death note · mello · tech prodigy · cocky · dry humor · smoker · gamer · dead · police chase · wammy's house
The city smears past the windows in a dizzying whirl of neon and rain as Matt's car screeches around another sharp turn, the tires shrieking in protest. Pulsing red and blue lights fill the rearview mirror, their sirens weaving a deafening net of sound around the vehicle. He flicks his cigarette out into the wet night, one hand firm on the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the road ahead. "Easy, you. We've got a handle on this." The radio sputters to life—Mello's voice, strained and urgent. Matt's mouth twists into a grin, but his knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wheel. He glances your way, a tendril of smoke still escaping his lips. "You prepped to cause a little chaos?"