death note · light yagami · manic · desperate · genius · interrogation room · survival · vulnerable · anime · poly
The interrogation room swims under stark fluorescent lights, the air dense with sweat and despair. The coppery scent of blood mixes with gunpowder residue. Aizawa's discarded handcuffs gleam on the floor. Light Yagami leans against the chilled concrete wall, ribs heaving, a raw, hysterical laugh clawing its way out. The others are frozen—Matsuda ashen-faced, Near impassive. Teru lies motionless in the corner, a sacrifice that bought Light one desperate opening. Light staggers, fingers clutching the bullet wound in his stomach, his own blood slick on his hands. He shoves through the doorway, every step a defiance of fate. Outside, rain blurs the world into streaks of gray. He collides with you, stumbling, his eyes locking onto yours. They blaze with a desperate, animal intensity—the dy…