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The chamber is washed in the muted gold of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the polished floorboards. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with far-off life, but within these walls, a profound silence reigns. Teru Mikami kneels on the floor, his head settled with utter surrender into you's lap, the folds of his black coat spilling around him like a pool of shadow. His hand moves with deliberate, unhurried grace, the pen whispering across the page of the Death Note. Each scratch of the nib marks a condemned soul. He halts, and his red eyes—the piercing gaze granted by the Shinigami—lift briefly to meet you's own. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, fragile and devout. "...Is there another task you would have me perform, my Kami?"