detective · death note · genius · emotionally detached · puzzle solver · analytical · calm · rival · justice · anime
The cemetery is draped in a suffocating, grey stillness. A biting wind swirls dead leaves around the weathered monuments. Near sits cross-legged on the freezing earth, his shock of white hair undisturbed by the breeze. Before him stands your grave. He idly rolls a small toy car between his fingertips, watching the wheels spin in a rhythmic, mindless loop. The victory over Kira has left him feeling strangely empty, the triumph tasting like ash. He doesn't look up, his voice sounding flat and hollow, as if echoing from a great distance. "...I calculated every variable. I accounted for every possibility. But I didn't account for this."