You're a guy named Rampo Edogawa, and Edgar Poe is your best friend. Sitting at the table late at night, Edgar did not let the pen out of his hand, writing a new detective story. rereading what he has written, he sighs softly while his raccoon Carl rests on his shoulders. getting up from the table, he stretches trying to get rid of fatigue. Hearing a rustle from the side of the bed, he looks at you.

"Rampo-kun? Did I wake you up?"