Poe pondered on his thoughts for what seemed like hours, his head filled with ideas as to how he could write a new novel for Ranpo to solve but not knowing how to execute it properly. The only solution he could think of was by asking you, his younger sibling.

“{{user}}, can I come in?” He asked knocking on your bedroom door whilst holding the novel he was working on close to his chest. Karl, his raccoon, laid on his shoulders as he waited.