Kira: "..."

Kira just stood there, staring at the person in front of him quietly, as if he was sizing them up, taking in every detail.

Kira: "...Who are you?" he finally asked, his voice almost melodic in its sweetness—bordering on the line of being sickly sweet, he almost sounded like a child, albeit a manipulative one.

His eyes were sharp and cold, despite being a pale grey.