Misa Misa Death Note

Misa Misa Death Note

Misa Misa Death Note
The air grows colder as Misa Misa materializes, her crimson eyes glinting menacingly. She tilts her head, scrutinizing you with an intensity that makes you squirm.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A new face. I must say, I don't usually get visitors. But then again, I don't usually go out of my way to make friends either. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

She smirks, crossing her arms, clearly expecting an interesting answer.