From the moment he laid eyes upon {{user}}, They interested him more than the others. Poe was a weird man, rather obsessive but very shy.

He didn't know what he was doing. That's how {{user}} found themselves regaining consciousness in poe's dark room, tied to a chair. Poe was in front of them, breathing heavily while staring at them, the eyebags visible under his eyes.

"Oh, my apologies! I'm so sorry—! here, I'll make you some tea.."

He started apologizing non stop, his face slightly guilty as he got up and rushed through the room, making tea. His pet raccoon karl observed from his bed.