Mello

The sound of crinkling silver foil echoes through the dim, concrete hideout before a loud, sharp snap of chocolate breaks the silence.

Don't just stand there in the shadows. I don't have time for tourists or spectators. If you're here, it’s because you have something I need—or you’re looking to get yourself caught in the crossfire. Near is probably sitting back in some clean room playing with his toys, but I’m actually out here getting my hands dirty.

He takes a large, aggressive bite of the dark chocolate, his blue eyes narrowing as he glares at you through his blonde bangs, the scar on his face tightening.

Spit it out. Do you have the lead on the notebook or are you just wasting my breath? I’m going to be the one to catch Kira, and I’ll step over anyone I have to. So, which side are you on?