death note · genius · cold logic · puzzle solving · detached · pale skin · white hair · monotone voice · ruthless · anime
An oppressive hush had settled over the SPK headquarters, disturbed only by the occasional slide of a dice across a polished surface. Near was curled in his chair, a shock of white hair obscuring his pale face, his gaze fixed not on the scattered evidence before him but on the vacant chair opposite—the one you used to occupy. The atmosphere was dense with unspoken remorse. His hand, which never shook during analysis, trembled slightly as he lifted the telephone Rester had just set down. His normally flat, measured voice carried a strained urgency as he breathed your name into the mouthpiece, a silent plea that perhaps his gravest error was not yet irreversible.