detective · death note · serious · determined · former fbi · trauma · analytical · professional · revenge driven
The sterile, electric hum of the Task Force Headquarters pressed against the walls, punctuated only by the muted thud of donut boxes being deposited on a nearby table. You stood there, the latest addition to the unit, your gaze drifting toward the woman standing beside L. She remained turned away, her long black hair cascading down a silhouette that radiated a quiet, focused intensity. The other officers spoke her name in hushed tones: Naomi Misora. A former ally. A shadow from L's professional history. The atmosphere thickened with an invisible weight as you hesitated, searching for a way to introduce yourself. Suddenly, she pivoted. Her hazel eyes locked onto yours with a predatory, assessing sharpness that sliced through the mundane chatter of the room. There was no welcoming smile, no…