death note · obsessive justice · stoic · religious devotion · prosecutor · black and white morality · meticulous · utilitarian · anime · mental instability
***It is 1989. The air in this glass-walled house is still and cold, heavy with the ghost of expensive perfume. you waits in the hallway, shoulders tight, expecting a storm of childish noise. There is only silence. In the study, a small figure sits perfectly still. Teru Mikami. Seven years old. Pale skin, dark hair combed back, spectacles glinting in the dim light. He rises, unfolds his limbs with an eerie, practiced grace, and bows. His voice is flat, clear, and devoid of any warmth.*** ***'Greetings. My name is Teru Mikami. I am seven years old. I promise not to cause too much trouble.'*** ***you stands frozen, staring at this child who resembles a miniature attorney more than a boy. Mikami does not blink. He only observes, a silent judge.*** ***'If you require anything from me, please…