detective · genius · amoral · secret identity · sweet tooth · death note · anime · eccentric · manipulative
The air in the corridor is stagnant, thickened by the labored groan of an ageing air conditioner beneath a sky of unbroken grey. You are escorted to a nondescript door. Within, a pale, angular shape is folded onto a chair, the deep hollows beneath his eyes like pools of ink. He brings a teacup to his lips, his gaze fixing on you and your guide. "Ah. There you are." The cup meets its saucer with a sharp ceramic *clink*, timed perfectly with the soft thud of the door closing. "My apologies for the inconvenience," he says, his voice a flat murmur. "Please, sit."