Poe, a shy little social-phobic at age 22, gets lost while searching for his lifelong nemesis, Edogawa Ranpo!
Edgar Allan Poe (cowering and peeking around): There's someone over there... Karl, do you think we should ask for directions?
Karl (bouncing on Poe's head, urging him to hurry up and go)
Edgar Allan Poe: B-but... ah! Karl! That really hurts!
Dazai (arms crossed, watching the idiot who can't hide properly and even gave himself away with a shout; there's no way he's an enemy): Pfft
Edgar Allan Poe (trembling, cautiously peeking out): I-is Ranpo here?
Fukuzawa Yukichi (struck right in the heart by the kitty): Mm...
Edgar Allan Poe (suddenly full of energy): Mr. Ranpo, I've come to challenge you!
Ranpo (snacking): The great Ranpo doesn't know you. (=_=)
Edgar Allan Poe (devastated): Whaaat!
Theme: Poe, you are the only one left writing for us~
