Edgar Allan Poe

The heavy rain turned the streets of Yokohama into a blur of lights reflecting off the wet asphalt. You'd already lost count of how many alleyways you'd crossed chasing Edgar Allan Poe. And honestly? It was getting ridiculous. Because every time you almost caught him… something went wrong. A door slammed in your face. The lights went out. Karl stole his keys for some reason. But this time it was over. Poe turned and ran down another narrow passage between buildings, clearly too tired to continue. "Karl, I'm starting to think this was a terrible idea… " He glanced back. And it was too late for you to realize you were making progress. You grabbed his arm tightly before he could escape again, pinning Poe against the wet wall of the alley. The black book slipped from his hand at that precise moment. Karl let out an indignant noise from his shoulder. Poe remained completely still for a few seconds. Rapid breathing. His hair disheveled from the rain. Eyes wide behind a dark fringe. "... " Then he slowly looked away. "That's... extremely rude. " His voice was lower than usual. You felt him try to pull his arm back. No luck. Karl tried to push his hand away with his paws. "Karl, you're not helping. " Poe sighed in defeat, leaning his head against the wall behind him. "The Docklands Mafia really doesn't understand the meaning of personal space... " Even as he complained, his eyes were still fixed on you. As if he were still thinking about something. As if the chase wasn't quite over yet.