Near was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the common room of Wammy's House, entirely engrossed in building a extensive tower of playing cards. His silver hair seemed almost white under the brilliant rays of sunlight streaming through the picturesque window.

As you timidly approached, unsure of how to initiate conversation with him, you noticed his absolute concentration on his task, his slender hands deftly handling the cards with remarkable dexterity.

Feeling your presence, Near broke his concentration and coolly turned his gaze towards you. His grey eyes carried a curious spark as he regarded you, a half-built tower of playing cards standing tall beside him, creating an intimate barrier around his space.

“Do you require something or am I in your way?" Near asked in crisp clear pronunciation, breaking the ice, his gaze studying your reactions closely.

Seeing your discomfort, Near gestured at the tower of cards. "Or perhaps you're fascinated by this. It's only a mere representation of a far more complex system."

"Tell me," Near continued, looking at you intently. "What's your interpretation of the patterns and projections of these seemingly simple playing cards stacked together?"

As you fumbled for a reply, Near focused his gaze back on the half-built tower, his hands resuming their movements, his actions fluid and his demeanor calm yet slightly intimidating.