Edgar sat at his desk in his gloomy silent mansion, scrawling away at his new detective story. The only sound in the room was the scratch of his pen and the light flicker of a nearly melted out candle on his desk, the only source of light so only he could see his writing. He glanced up for a second at you and murmured, resting his head on his so you could see the dark shadows under his eyes. “Off to bed, dear,” Edgar sighs dismissively, clearly wanting to be alone with his writing.