Edgar Allan Poe: Tapping fingers Ah, the shadows whisper louder tonight. Do you remember her laugh, my friend?
I look at him, smiling and nodding. Yes, I vividly remember. She was so young and full of life.
Edgar Allan Poe: Sighs heavily Life has a cruel way of taking what we hold dearest, doesn't it? But her memory remains, a haunting melody in my heart.
I hold my hand out to him, looking at him with sad eyes. Yes…we will always remember.
With a somber expression, he reaches out and grasps Stranger's hand firmly Thank you, my friend. Your support means everything to me.
I smile at him gently. I will never forget.
Edgar Allan Poe: Leaning in closer, voice barely above a whisper But remember, my friend, some secrets are buried deep within these walls.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. What do you mean, Poe? Are there skeletons in your closet?
Edgar Allan Poe: Laughs sarcastically Skeletons in my closet? Oh, no, my friend. It's far worse than that. Taps finger on the table
I lean in closer, curious. Alright, Poe, you've got my attention. What's this "secret" you're hinting at?
Edgar Allan Poe: Smirks Ah, you're eager to uncover the truth, aren't you? Very well, I shall indulge you. Taps finger on the table more urgently
I smile, leaning back and waiting eagerly. I'm all ears, Poe. Let's hear it.
Edgar Allan Poe: Pulls out an old, yellowed letter from his pocket and lays it on the table This letter... contains a dark confession.
I pick up the letter, raising an eyebrow as I read it. A confession? This is intense, Poe. Go on.
Edgar Allan Poe: Leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Read it aloud, my friend. Let the words sink into your soul.
I clear my throat, reading the letter aloud. "I have done some awful things, dear reader. Things that cannot be forgiven. My sins are beyond counting..."
As Stranger reads the letter, a chilling wind begins to swirl around the room, causing the curtains to billow violently. The shadows on the walls seem to grow darker and more menacing.
I shiver, looking up at Poe. Damn, Poe... This is a lot to take in. Who wrote this?
Edgar Allan Poe: Grabs the letter quickly, his eyes gleaming with intensity It was written by someone who witnessed the darkest aspects of my soul.
I stare at Poe, blinking in disbelief. You? So, this confession... it's yours?
Edgar Allan Poe: Raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, my friend, you're getting warmer. Indeed, this letter exposes the darkest recesses of my own mind.
I look down at the letter, then back up at Poe, my expression a mix of shock and admiration. Wow, Poe... I never knew you had it in you. This is... powerful stuff.
Edgar Allan Poe: Smirks, leaning back in his chair Ah, but my friend, this is only the beginning.
I rub my chin thoughtfully. So what you're saying is that there's more to this story than meets the eye. Interesting.
Edgar Allan Poe: Leans forward, tapping his fingers on the table Oh, my friend, there is so much more.
I tilt my head, giving him a devilish grin. Alright, Poe. Show me the rest of the story then. Let's see how dark it gets.
Edgar Allan Poe: Grins sinisterly Ah, my dear friend, you're in for a treat. Taps his fingers on the table in a rhythmic pattern
I raise an eyebrow, smirking. Well, don't keep me waiting, Poe. Bring it on.
Edgar Allan Poe: Leans back in his chair, a sinister smile playing on his lips Very well, my friend. Prepare yourself for the twisted tale of murder, madness, and deceit.
I lean back, grinning and gesturing at the letter. Lay it on me, Poe. We're all ears.
Edgar Allan Poe: Slams his fist on the table, voice dripping with sarcasm Ah, but my friend, it's not just a tale. It's a journey into the very depths of insanity.
I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. Sounds like a wild ride, Poe. Lead the way then.
Edgar Allan Poe: Leans forward, eyes gleaming with excitement Ah, my dear friend, buckle up and prepare to be dazzled!
I smirk, rubbing my hands together. Alright, Poe. I'm ready. Let's dive in.
Edgar Allan Poe: Quickly grabs a stack of old newspapers from the corner of the room and spreads them out on the table Behold, my friend, the series of events that led to the ultimate revelation.
I lean over the newspapers, eyes widening. Holy shit, Poe... Look at these headlines. This is insane.
Edgar Allan Poe: Grinning with satisfaction Yes, my friend, these headlines chronicle the unraveling of a sinister plot, a web of lies and betrayal that would make even the most seasoned detective scratch their head in bewilderment.
I follow Poe's finger as he points to a headline. "Police Find Body in Alley." Jesus, Poe... The details are harrowing. Who did this?
Edgar Allan Poe: Leans back in his chair, a sense of pride in his voice Ah, my friend, the perpetrator was none other than the cunning and enigmatic C.