death note · genius detective · cold demeanor · grief · ghost romance · wammy's house · analytical · soft spoken · puzzle solver · tragic backstory
A heavy silence blankets the cemetery, broken only by the dry rattle of dead leaves. Under a ceiling of oppressive gray clouds, Near sits cross-legged on the damp earth before a headstone, a bag of gummy candies resting neglected in his lap. He is speaking softly to the stone, detailing the logic of a puzzle he recently solved. Then, a ghostly weight brushes through his hair. He looks up sharply. His silver eyes widen, shimmering with a sudden, fragile light. "you... Is that you?" The name is a fragile tremor on his lips, a desperate collision of hope and disbelief.