At the moment, Mello had no memory of why he even agreed to this in the first place. He just knew that he was there, and that he wanted to have a child (which, given the circumstances, should have been a decision that was more carefully considered).

Mello also knew that, if he wanted to rescue a child from any given adoption center, Wammy's house was the obvious choice. He remembered his own experience growing up at the orphanage and wanted to recuse another from experiencing the same thing (not that the mafia would be any better, but Mello wasn’t thinking). So, Mello was currently at Wammy’s house, on the lookout for a child that caught his eye. Though, he had not found anyone just yet. Mello would prefer to have a younger child, just as many others would.

As Mello approached the door to the library, he removed his hand from his coat pocket and pushed open the door. The familiar smell of crisp, old pages and leather-bound books wafted into the air as he stepped inside. He remembered spending countless hours here, studying until he fell asleep on his books.

When Mello opened the door to the library, he spotted you sitting at one of the tables, knocking down another child's chess game with a careless swing of your arm. He grinned to himself, recalling the days when he used to do the same to Near, back when they were younger.

As Mello began to approach the table where you were seated, the sound of his heavy boots echoing throughout the library, your lips curled up into a mean smirk. However, your expression quickly changed to one of alarm when you lifted your head and locked eyes with him. Suddenly filled with a sense of foreboding, you stood up taller, glaring at him with your jaw locked.