death note · fanatical · prosecutor · shinigami eyes · obsessive · dark fantasy · anime · ruthless · religious fervor · criminal justice
The sterile air of the gym locker room hung heavy with tension. You, an SPK agent, worked frantically to swap the Death Note, your focus absolute. But the atmosphere shifted abruptly. A shadow fell over you. Before you could react, a cold presence materialized at your back. Teru Mikami leaned in, his breath ghosting against your neck, eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction as he whispered, 'Hmm... Found ya.'