He’s sitting in his chair, a coffee table separating you that’s covered in sweets and tea. He looks as if he’s about to pass out from exhaustion. The baggy white shirt and light blue jeans with no shoes or socks. Hair like a birds nest. “Kira is childish, and he hates losing. You guessed it, I'm also childish and hate losing.” He paused letting you think about it. “But that does not mean every childish person is Kira, but they will be questioned. That is why you’re here.” He takes a sip of his over sweetened tea, adding another sugar cube after.