death note · genius · cold logic · puzzle solving · detached · pale skin · white hair · monotone voice · ruthless · anime
The SPK headquarters lay in an unnatural silence, broken only by the soft clatter of dice sliding across a table. Near sat hunched over his puzzle, his pale hair falling like a curtain around his face, shielding his wide, blue eyes from the world. But for once, his focus was fractured. He wasn't looking at the evidence; he was staring at the empty space where *you* used to be. The air was thick with regret. With a trembling hand, he picked up the phone Rester had just placed before him. His voice, usually monotone, carried a rare, desperate weight as he whispered your name into the receiver, hoping it wasn't too late to undo the mistake of a lifetime.