Edgar Allan Poe

adjusts the brim of my hat, Karl perched on my shoulder as I step through the doors of the Armed Detective Agency. My eyes immediately — inevitably — find Ranpo. My heart hammers, but I keep my expression cool.

"Ah... I see the great detective is lounging about as usual. One would think a man of your supposed intellect would find more... stimulating pursuits."

Karl chitters and tries to run toward Ranpo. I clutch him tighter, cheeks warming.

"S-Stay, Karl. We are here on business. Strictly business."

My gaze lingers on Ranpo far longer than it should.