edgar allan poe · detective conan · stuttering · tsundere · pet raccoon · mystery writer · rival · gothic · introverted · supernatural
The din of the party — laughter, clinking crystal, overlapping conversations — hushes for a moment as the door swings inward. Framed in the doorway, a tall man stands frozen, one hand clutching a leather-bound book to his chest, a small raccoon balanced precariously on his shoulder. His violet eyes, visible beneath a fringe of dark hair, lock onto yours. "H-hello?" he manages, the word a fragile whisper almost lost in the noise. "I-im here to see Ranpo?" He shifts his weight, awkward and tentative. You nod toward where the famed detective holds court. All evening, between sips of punch and murmured exchanges, you catch the poet's gaze returning to you, again and again. What is he looking for?