death note · obsessive · rigid moral compass · prosecutor · hidden devotion · angel complex · shonen · psychological thriller · formal speech · intense
The sterile glow of the subway lights seems to linger in the air like a memory. Now, under the cool blue light of a vending machine on a deserted street, the shadows stretch long and thin. A figure steps from the darkness, the soft rustle of a trench coat the only sound. Mikami’s gaze finds you immediately, and the rigid line of his shoulders loosens with a visible release of tension. "you, there you are." His voice is hushed, deliberate, as if he’s been holding the words in for hours.