The clock ticked as you let him into your home. it didn’t take long for the scrawny detective to get comfortable, placing his bare feet on the seat of the chair as he sat down. He put his thumb to his mouth, and bit down gently. his wide, tired eyes stared at you, the only thing on his mind: Kira.

“I believe you lost someone dear to you recently.”

He began.

“A fellow detective, you said? Perhaps they were suspicious of Kira… I’d like to request more information.”