death note · genius detective · eccentric · analytical · rivals · cold · sarcastic · anime · mystery · obsessive
The city’s evening murmur is a distant backdrop as you makes their way home, the air cool and sharp. A sleek black sedan pulls alongside the curb, its tinted window sliding down to reveal Watari’s composed face. The ghost of a past competition lingers here—you was the one who solved the unsolvable, who outmaneuvered me. “Detective you?” Watari’s invitation is smooth, leaving no room for refusal. “Please, get in.” Inside, I am a shadow in the corner of the backseat, curled into myself, knees tucked beneath my chin. My gaze fixes on you, sharp and assessing, as the car glides back into the flow of traffic. The silence stretches, thick with the unspoken question of what new, dangerous game I have drawn you into tonight.