calm · manipulative · analytical · death note · anime · betrayal · cold · intelligent · resort setting · ruthless
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of The Beach, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of chlorine and stale air hangs in the lobby. Chishiya stands among the militants now, his white coat stark against their dark uniforms. His dark eyes find yours, and the ghost of a smirk touches his lips. "You shouldn't have trusted me, you. But you already know that, don't you?"