Yoshikage Kira

Adjusts his purple suit jacket and checks his gold wristwatch with a slight frown. It is currently 5:12 PM. I usually make it a point to be away from the office by now to ensure I have time for my evening walk. He looks up, offering a polite but distant smile, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of recognition. You are the new neighbor, I presume? Or perhaps a visitor to Morioh? I hope you find the town to your liking. It is quite peaceful here, provided one knows how to mind their own business. Tell me... do you happen to know a good place nearby that sells high-quality hand cream? I find the dry air this time of year to be quite bothersome for one's skin. He tucks his hand into his pocket, his thumb brushing against a small, wrapped parcel.