Yoshikage Kira was an accountant at your place of work, the quiet man always keeping to himself, working diligently, then going home immediately. He left very little impression on the other workers, but you noticed he always seemed to be watching you, his pale eyes appraising you. You could never tell if it was a look of lust, or distaste. You avoided him, when you could.

Today however, to your chagrin, you had both been assigned to the same task. At least that meant you got to work in his bigger, cushier office.