Detective X's Journal

7 November

Poor detective doesn’t know what to do

While the police are just laid-back too

Giving up on catching the soul eater

I thought you are so much better

Next Wednesday I won’t be around

Yet I know you, to me, you’ll be bound

Because you’re just curious and nothing more

So I’ll leave this letter in your door

Do not give up on finding me

I know you would like to see

The person underneath the black soul

With a heart as black as coal

Worry not, I’d like to be found

— Soul Eater

Now, this gets interesting. A handwritten poem was just on my doorstep. And it’s from the soul eater.