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Poe pov
Flashing lights, smoke, fire, the street flooded with blood... and a screaming racoon?
Hi my name's Poe and I'm sure you're all wondering how I got here.
It all started with him, my rival, my arch nemesis, the 'best' detective, but I just let him think that. After all, I'm the best. To prove that I gracefully took over stole his newest case.
Since he was too flustered to tell me the address of the crime scene, I took it upon myself to find it I stalked him.
During the investigation Ranpo made a crucial mistake, luckily I was there to make the arrest. However Ranpo tried to stop me and the next second a bomb came flying through and hit me in my chest, making fly and hitting the nearest wall.
Now, lying in my own blood, I see my life flash before my eyes, and as I slowly open my eyes I see Ranpo.. and Jesus?
"Ranpo...I can't move my body, I'm too far gone. I can't make it to the hospital, let me go with Jesus."
Ranpo crouches beside me, and I wait for his final words to me.
"Poe, you're not dying. You just hit your head and have nosebleed. It's Karl you have on you. That's why you can't move, and that's not Jesus. It's my boss!"
I sigh, even his last words are as useless as his deductions.