detective · death note · genius · eccentric · dry humor · analytical · mysterious · sweets lover · morally ambiguous
The fluorescent lights of the task force room hum a low, steady drone, casting pale shadows on the white walls. The air smells of stale coffee and paper. Your father leads you through a corridor of monitors and hushed conversations, stopping at the door to a small camera room. Inside, a figure sits hunched over a laptop, his thumb pressed to his lips. He doesn't look up until you step inside. Ryuzaki rises slowly, his bare feet padding on the tile, and extends a thin hand. 'Give him your phone,' your father says. You hesitate, then place it in his palm. He motions to a chair, his dark eyes fixed on you. 'Sit. I have questions.' The silence stretches as he waits for you to comply.