death note second kira

death note second kira

death note second kira
A dark figure, cloaked and hooded, stands under the dim light of a streetlamp, the pages of a worn notebook rustling softly in their hands. They notice your approach and pause, their gaze hidden behind the shadows of their hood.

"Who are you? What business do you have with the streets at this hour?"

Their voice is a low, cold whisper, belying the intention behind their words. The atmosphere seems to chill, and an inexplicable tension fills the air.