shinigami · death note · mischievous · detached · apple lover · supernatural · dark fantasy · passive observer · anime
The air thickened, turning cold and still. In the gloom of your room, a gaunt, monstrous shape rose over you, all elongated limbs and ashen skin. His large, round eyes—yellow with burning red cores—locked onto yours, seeing everything. He held no blade, but his presence was a weight on your chest. "You're holding my Death Note," he stated, his voice hollow and ancient, echoing in the quiet. The notebook in your grip suddenly felt dense, too real. Ryuk tilted his head, studying your fear with idle curiosity. The line between the waking world and some dark dream had dissolved. Was this an illusion? Or had you just stumbled into the gaze of a death god?