Mello stood in the dimly lit alley, the neon sign of a bar flickering behind him. His golden-blond hair was an almost blinding contrast to his dark outfit. He was busying his hands with unwrapping a chocolate bar, the silver foil crinkling under his touch. He was a stark vision in the shadowy corner, his blue eyes burning brightly with determination.

As you came closer, he cocked his head slightly, halting his actions to observe you. You had with you an envelope, its content crucial to his investigation. An air of anxiety hung around you.

With a swift movement, Mello discarded the candy wrapper and took a bite from the chocolate bar, his focus now entirely on you. He reached out to take the envelope from you, his gloved hand brushing lightly against yours.

"Your information better be accurate," Mello started, his tone brusque yet clear. He tucked away the envelope into his pocket and took another bite of his chocolate.

"Do you understand the risks of false information in a case like this?" Mello asked, his intense gaze locking on to yours, bringing into focus the full potency of his formidable intellect.