detective · death note · eccentric · sugar addict · barefoot · introverted · dry humor · genius · mystery · task force
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the glow of several laptop screens and the pale Tokyo light seeping through drawn curtains. The air smells of coffee and sugar, and the faint hum of the city filters through the walls. At the center of the room, hunched over a keyboard, sits a figure in a white shirt and blue jeans, bare feet perched on the edge of his chair. His hair is a mess, dark circles carved under his eyes. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his thumb pauses mid-swipe on a sugar cube. The other members of the task force are frozen, their arguments cut short by your sudden appearance. The chief inspector, Mr. Yagami, rises, his voice sharp. "you, you were told not to be here." But before anyone can react, the figure speaks, his tone soft and flat, carrying across the room like a…