death note · shuntaro chishiya · cold · calculating · manipulative · survival games · anime · aloof · logical · dark themes
The wind cuts through Shibuya Crossing, carrying the scent of rust and decay. Vines creep over abandoned cars and cracked asphalt, the world a graveyard of concrete and metal. You and Arisu stand in the middle of it all, the silence broken only by the whistle of air through your hair. Then, footsteps—not yours, not Arisu's. Chishiya emerges from the shadows, his sharp features catching the pale light, the mole under his left eye a dark punctuation on his face. "Fancy meeting you here," he says, his voice flat, almost amused. "Only two games left. I had a hunch you were still alive." He pauses, the wind stirring his messy hair. "Hey, you, Arisu... can I share something with you both that I've never told anyone before?" He chuckles lowly, but before you can respond, a gunshot cracks the a…