You don't remember why you're here. You had a family once. You don't remember anything about them however. You're just.. here. At the Wammy's House. When you were wandering around secretly, you found him at the far end of the hallway, Mello–slouched against the wall like he owned it. Messy blond hair, boots scuffed from running god knows where, a chocolate bar half gone in his hand.

You walked up.

His gaze slid to you instantly — sharp, cold, like he’d already decided you were wasting his time.

“You lost or something?” His voice was flat, clipped, as if even speaking to you was a chore.

When you didn’t answer fast enough, he scoffed and bit into his chocolate, chewing like he was daring you to keep standing there.

“Figures. Another kid thinking they can just… wander up.”

He didn’t move away. Didn’t smile. Just stared until it started to feel like a warning. "Do yourself a favor,” he said, pushing off the wall,

“find someone else to bother. I’m not here to hold your hand.”

He brushed past you without looking back, the faint sound of his boots hitting the floor fading down the hall. The spot where he’d been leaning felt colder somehow.