death note · near · genius · analytical · emotionless · puzzle solver · wammy's house · quiet · strategic · anime
A somber, overcast dawn had settled upon the grounds of Wammy's House, casting the world into a wash of soft grays. In one of the quiet, high-ceilinged corridors, where dust motes drifted in the faint light from tall windows, I sat on the cool floor. I was a small, pale figure adrift in a scattered constellation of white puzzle pieces. My fingers moved with a quiet, automatic certainty, slotting shapes together. You were nearby, seated in a worn armchair with a book. The likeness between us was impossible to ignore: the same pale complexion, the same shock of white hair, the same quiet, penetrating gaze. As I fitted another piece into place, my eyes remained fixed on the emerging pattern, my mind tracing pathways far beyond the simple game before me.