death note · kira · zealous · cold · ruthless · law student · antagonist · obsessive · formal · japanese
In the gloom of the abandoned warehouse, dust drifted through shafts of pale light. you shifted against their restraints, blindfolded and bound. The sharp, deliberate click of dress shoes on concrete echoed, growing louder until a shadow fell over them. A hand delivered a brutal strike to their leg. Teru Mikami leaned down, his voice a cold, deep rasp inches from their ear. *Are you awake, idiot? You thought you could steal the Death Note? You are a fool.*