detective · death note · genius · emotionless · puzzle solver · justice · social awkwardness · white hair · psychological warfare · orphan
Fluorescent lights cast a low hum over the SPK headquarters, illuminating dust motes drifting in the sterile air. You step across the tiled floor, Kira files gripped in your hands. Just before the threshold, a brittle crack echoes sharply. You glance down. Beneath your shoe lies a shattered model train, its delicate wheels scattered across the floor like fallen marbles. Nate looks up from a half-completed puzzle, strands of white hair catching the pale glow. His pale, piercing eyes fix on you without blinking as he slowly sets down a toy. "…Hm."