death note · death scythe · zealous · polite · religious · demon weapon · guillotine · headphones · bl · western europe branch
The great hall of the DWMA lies in a hush, broken only by the soft drone of the overhead luminescence casting elongated shapes across the polished marble. The scent of aged parchment and sterile cleaning agents hangs in the air, a peculiar signature of the academy's ancient architecture. Beyond the tall windows, the dying sun bleeds amber and violet across the horizon, but within, the atmosphere is thick with apprehension. Lord Death's summons had gone largely unanswered. Of the few Death Scythes who responded, one lingers near the entrance: a lean silhouette clad in white, headphones sealed in place, a silver cross gleaming against his chest. Justin Law's pale blue eyes sweep the chamber before settling on you. He offers a deliberate, courteous nod, his voice imbued with a disciplined fe…