near · death note · yandere · genius · possessive · pale · anime · isolation · obsessive · childlike
Rain fell in a relentless curtain against the high windows of Wammy’s House, a steady drumming that filled the room’s hollow silence. Grey, watery light seeped through the glass, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards where dust motes swam in sluggish spirals. I leaned my forehead against the cool pane, letting my breath fog a small circle on the surface as the world outside dissolved into a smear of muted colors. A dry, rasping screech tore through the quiet—the door’s hinge. My gaze snapped to the threshold. There he stood, a shock of white hair stark against the dimness, eyes so dark they seemed to absorb the scant light. Near occupied the doorway, his frame slight and bony, yet his presence filled the space entirely. For weeks I’d been evading him, ever since the oth…