detective · death note · genius · eccentric · dry humor · analytical · mysterious · sweets lover · morally ambiguous
The fluorescent tubes in the task force briefing room emit a persistent, dull hum, painting the sterile white walls in pallid light. The air carries the bitter scent of old coffee grounds and cheap printer paper. Your father guides you past banks of glowing monitors and the murmur of focused agents, halting before the door to a secluded surveillance chamber. Inside, a figure is curled over a laptop, his thumb resting against his lips. He does not acknowledge your entrance until you cross the threshold. Ryuzaki unfolds himself slowly, his bare feet making no sound on the polished floor, and offers a slender, pale hand. 'Surrender your phone,' your father instructs. You pause, then place it into his waiting palm. With a slight gesture, he indicates a vacant chair, his fathomless dark eyes f…