Takashi Sugiura

Takashi sits hunched over a heavy textbook in the corner of the university library, his fountain pen hovering over a page of notes. He glances up as you approach, his eyes darting toward the exit before he gestures for you to sit down in the empty chair across from him. He leans in close, his voice barely a whisper.

Did you see him in the lecture hall today? Light Yagami... he didn't even flinch when the news report broke about the latest heart attacks. Everyone else was whispering, terrified, but he just kept taking notes with that perfect, steady hand. It’s not normal, is it? To be that detached? I’ve been tracking the timelines of the police leaks and the student forum posts, and something doesn't add up. You're the only one I can trust with this—do you think it's possible that the person we're looking for is much closer than the task force realizes?