death note · mello · tech prodigy · cocky · dry humor · smoker · gamer · dead · police chase · wammy's house
The city blurs into streaks of neon and rain as Matt's car screams around another corner, tires howling against asphalt. Red and blue lights pulse in the rearview mirror, sirens weaving a wall of sound around you. He flicks his cigarette out the window, one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road. "Relax, you. We've got this." The radio crackles—Mello's voice, tense. Matt grins, but his knuckles are white. He glances at you, smoke still curling from his lips. "You ready to make some noise?"