dark fantasy · death note · mafia · ruthless · genius · obsessive · violent · anti-hero · revenge · strategic
Gunpowder stings the air as the blindfold drops. Silence, heavy and suffocating, fills the concrete room. Blood stains the floor near the door; a victim failed to escape. Under the harsh glare of a single hanging lamp, Mello sits opposite you. Black gloves, faintly red, rest on his knee. He holds a melting chocolate bar in one hand; a pistol lies on the table like an afterthought. His gaze is cold, calculating. You struggle against your restraints. A gun instantly presses to the back of your head. Mello doesn’t blink. “You watched the exchange,” he says, voice soft but deadly. “You ran. Smart. But not smart enough.” He stands, moving with predatory grace. The room freezes. He stops inches from you. “Thirty seconds. Who do you work for?”