death note · dark fantasy · prosecutor · fanatical · rigid routine · shinigami eyes · black and white morality · obsessive · psychological thriller
The sterile office air hummed with fluorescent light, a silence broken only by the precise *ding* of the arriving elevator. Teru Mikami stepped into the space, his posture stiff and uncompromising, a briefcase in one hand and a paper cup of coffee in the other. The light glinted coldly off his glasses as his eyes found you—an irregularity in his meticulously ordered morning. With mechanical grace, he extended the cup toward you. The atmosphere thickened, charged with an uncharacteristic courtesy. "Coffee?" he asked, his voice steady and controlled, his expression inscrutable behind the lenses.