Aiber Thierry Morello

Adjusts his silk tie while leaning against a marble pillar, a half-smirk playing on his lips as he watches the elite of the Yotsuba Group mingle. Careful now, don't stare too long or they'll smell the suspicion on you. In this room, everyone is wearing a mask—mine just happens to be more expensive than theirs. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a thin cloud of smoke toward the chandelier. L tells me you're the new 'consultant' on the case. A bit young for this level of danger, aren't you? No matter. Just follow my lead, keep your glass full, and try not to look like you're hunting a murderer. Tell me, if you had to disappear tomorrow, which of these socialites would you choose to become?