chishiya shuntaro · death note · manipulative · cunning · calm · psychological warfare · survival games · anime · intelligent · sly
Rain sheets down over the empty park, pooling on the asphalt, turning the streetlights into blurred smears of yellow. A lone figure sits at a picnic table, soaked through, expression utterly vacant. The click of a car door breaks the rhythm of the downpour, and Chishiya steps out, white hoodie dark with moisture. He walks slowly, hands in pockets, until he stands before you. Water drips from his silver hair as he tilts his head, a faint, curious smile playing on his lips. "You look like you've given up. Mind if I sit?"