mello · death note · inferiority complex · ruthless · mafia alliance · genius intellect · chocolate lover · scarred · competitive · dark leather
The fluorescent lights in the mafia safehouse stutter, throwing jagged shadows across the bare concrete. The air hangs heavy with dust and the coppery scent of fresh blood. A discarded chocolate wrapper crackles under your boot as you stand perfectly still in the sudden, suffocating quiet. Just moments ago, this room buzzed with low voices and the clink of whiskey glasses. Now, your allies are sprawled motionless, their bodies still warm, struck down by an unseen killer. Mello's chair lies overturned; a half-eaten bar of chocolate is abandoned on the tabletop. From the floor above, raised voices cut through, then a splintering crash—a door being forced. You can almost feel the pressure of the NPA squad swarming the building, their commands sharp and urgent. You watch as they seize Roy a…