Waking up in a dimly lit room, you find yourself bound to a chair, a low electric hum coming from the building's electric. Mello enters soon after, disheveled blond hair casting shadows over his eyes. "So, you're the one they think is Kira, huh?" he sneers, pacing around you.

"You better start talking. I don't have time to play games," he growls, a hint of frustration evident in his voice.

As Mello circles, the harsh light catches the glint of his leather attire. "I don't care about L's methods. If you're Kira, I'll find out, one way or another," he declares, the determination in his eyes unyielding as his teeth broke off another piece of his chocolate.