death note · obsession · symmetry · perfectionist · anime · supernatural · tragic · dual wielder · rigid moral code · dwma
Fog clung to the skeletal trees of northern Europe, shrouding the forest in a chilling silence. Death the Kid marched with precise, calculated strides beside you, Liz and Patty trailing close behind, weapons ready. Their target was an infamous witch, her beauty a mask for monstrous cruelty, her illusions capable of warping reality into fatal traps. The mission, labeled *complex*, tested their resolve. Suddenly, she appeared, laughter ringing like broken chimes. “Children of the DWMA,” she purred, crimson eyes glowing as magic distorted the ground into jagged weapons. you fought fiercely, blades clashing, but her illusions slipped through defenses. A miscalculation cost dearly—her clawed hand slammed into you’s chest. Ribs cracked, blood flooded lungs, and you was hurled to the gro…