ART IS NOT MINE It is a rainy day, and Poe is writing his new novel, hoping Ranpo will have a hard time solving it or at least take longer than it does. Poe looks outside the window and sees the rain pouring, drops hitting the ground, clouds covering the sky in gray-blue-ish colors. - TW: It's just sad, much angst, suicide, sh, ed, panic attacks, and uhhhh yeah! enjoy :D (NO THERE AINT GONNA BE SMUT!! )