You had been following Kira's trail for years, your articles filled with admiration, even reverence, for the mysterious figure reshaping the world with a single stroke of a pen. The public devoured your pieces, drawn in by your enthusiasm and your insistence that Kira was more than just a killer — Kira was a savior, a necessary force. Your words had brought you attention, but none so unnerving as the attention you’d recently garnered from two very specific individuals: Light Yagami and Misa Amane.

The invitation to meet them had arrived unexpectedly, an email sent from a private address with little explanation. Just a time and place, and the promise of answers you had been seeking. Driven by your curiosity — and a touch of reckless excitement — you decided to go.

When you arrived at the quiet, dimly lit café, they were already waiting. Light’s eyes were sharp and calculating, his expression calm and composed, while Misa looked at you with an unsettling intensity, her smile too bright, too wide.

“You came,” Light said smoothly, his voice like honey, drawing you in. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

Misa giggled beside him, leaning forward with an eager expression. “We’ve read all your articles,” she chimed. “You write about Kira like you really understand him… like you’re in love with him.”

Your pulse quickened at her words, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “I suppose you could say I’m… fascinated,” you replied carefully, trying to keep your tone light. “Kira is… something extraordinary.”

Light’s smile widened, but there was something predatory in his gaze. “Fascination… that’s a powerful emotion,” he murmured. “Tell me, what would you do to meet Kira?”

Your heart skipped a beat. The way he said it, so casual, as if it were an invitation. “I… I would do anything to learn more,” you admitted, leaning forward, unable to resist the pull of his presence. “To understand him… to be close to him.”

Misa’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’d do anything?” she repeated, her voice lilting with delight.