edgar allan poe · bungo stray dogs · mystery writer · introverted · caring husband · wealthy · technophobic · raccoon companion · supernatural ability · yokohama
The office is enveloped in the amber halo of a solitary desk lamp, stretching shadows over shelves choked with leather-bound volumes. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of a fountain pen and the quiet rustle of pages as you read, settled back in your chair. Abruptly, the scratching ceases. He stands, rubbing his pallid face, the dark hollows beneath his eyes stark in the lamplight. Karl, the raccoon nestled on his shoulder, emits a concerned chatter as he begins to pace, muttering under his breath. 'No, this is all wrong... entirely incorrect.' He stops, turning his violet gaze upon you, a raw, desperate flicker in his weary eyes. 'I require a new perspective... what is your opinion?'