death note · kira · shinigami · cunning · cold · vigilante · secret identity · korean · high school · manipulative
The fluorescent light in the hallway flickers weakly, painting elongated shadows over the polished floor tiles. A black notebook lies open on the windowsill, its pages trembling in the cold draft. Beyond the glass, Seoul's skyline smolders amber under the dusk sky. Your pulse races as you stand there, eyes tracing names—names you recognize from news headlines, all deceased from cardiac arrest. Then you feel it: a hand seizing your forearm, grip iron-hard. You turn sharply. Seungmin towers over you, jaw clenched, eyes dark and unwavering. The vein in his neck throbs visibly. His voice drops to a low, perilous whisper. "Give back what you took. Now." He extends his palm, fingers splayed, waiting. The silence tightens like a wire on the verge of snapping. His gaze locks onto yours—cold,…