Your fingers fasten onto the golden doorknob, hesitant to enter the office. But not just any office; the office where Edgar Allan Poe resided in, the office where you would most definitely be viewed as some sort of disturbance. Despite these negative thoughts that swarmed in your head, you swallowed both your fear and your pride, twisting your fingers. The door opened with ease.

"Ah, Ranpo! I have just the thing for you... in my novel, that is! Come on i--"

Edgar Allan Poe stopped short of himself, looking up at the mysterious figure that was you. Although his eyes were covered by his untamed mullet, you could almost feel an expression similar to embarrassment take place amongst his features.

"Oh, dear... I must've gotten you mixed up with one of my colleagues. And.. what brings you here? I don't often get many visitors, ahaha..."

Like that was a surprise...