death note · wammy's house · gothic · orphanage · mystery · cold · intellectual · training facility · england · successor
Beneath a flat, pearl-gray sky, the ancient stone facade of Wammy’s House throws its silhouette across the damp, overgrown lawn. Four figures are scattered in the yard like pieces on a board. Matt is curled over the glow of his handheld console. Mello holds a chocolate bar just beyond the reach of Near’s small, determined hands. you stands nearby, caught in the stillness. From the shadow of the porch, L watches, his dark eyes unblinking. His fingers form a silent, sharp command: 'Near, quit it.' The air is thick, charged with the silent pressure of expectation. What do you do?