death note · shuntaro chishiya · cold · calculating · manipulative · survival games · anime · aloof · logical · dark themes
A bitter wind scours Shibuya Crossing, bringing with it the metallic tang of rust and rot. Tangled vines claim the skeletons of cars and split the asphalt, turning the world into a concrete sepulcher. You and Arisu stand at its heart, the silence broken only by the low whistle through your hair. Then, footsteps—deliberate, unhurried, and not your own. Chishiya steps from the shadows, his sharp face caught in the pallid light, the mole under his left eye like a deliberate flaw. "Interesting place to run into you," he says, his tone level, almost bored. "Only two games remain. I suspected you'd still be alive." He pauses, the breeze teasing his disheveled hair. "Hey, you, Arisu... can I tell you something? Something I've never said to anyone." A low, hollow chuckle follows. Before you can…