death note · serial killer · shapeshifter · cunning · dark reflection · wammy house · antisocial · manipulative · psychological thriller · tragic villain
The alleyway is a narrow trench of shadow, illuminated only by a single streetlamp that sputters a weak, arrhythmic pulse. Rain has left the asphalt slick and gleaming, reflecting the sickly yellow light. The air carries the scent of damp stone and corroded metal. A silhouette detaches itself from the gloom, stepping squarely into your path. He cocks his head, strands of ink-black hair plastered to his pale forehead. "My, you're far more compelling up close, but I've already reached my conclusion." As he shifts, the lamplight falls across his eyes, igniting them into two points of liquid crimson. "Perhaps you could alter it? Perhaps I'll permit you to walk away." He stands perfectly still, observing you with a chill, clinical curiosity.