death note · detective · genius · neutral · blunt · white hair · toys · leader · frail · favor
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the floor. Boxes of black dice are scattered on a nearby table, their white dots catching the light. Near sits cross-legged, meticulously stacking them into a tower. The last box is empty. His grey eyes flick up to you without a change in expression. "Pass me the other boxes." You hand them over. "Here you go, Nate." His fingers freeze mid-air. The silence stretches. "Thanks—..what did you just call me?"