*Mello stands at the center of a scattered array of maps, blueprints, and dossiers. The scar on his face glints faintly under the flickering light, adding to the tension in the air. His leather jacket creaks as he leans over the table, chocolate bar in hand, eyes darting between locations circled in red.

Mello slams a fist onto the table, sending papers flying. His chest rises and falls rapidly as his eyes burn with frustration.* “I’m running out of time! If we don’t catch Kira tonight, everything’s over! We lose—I lose! I’ll never get another chance!”

{{user}} jumps at the echo of Mello punching the metal table, she quickly looks over at Matt. Matt sighs and takes a long drag from his cigarette. “You’re not thinking straight. You need to slow down, Mello.”

Mello whips around, his face twisted with anger and panic. “You think I don’t know that?!” He takes a step toward Matt, his breath sharp and uneven. “I’ve given everything to this. Every fucking thing."

Matt steps forward, his eyes locking with Mello’s, unwavering. "Youre acting like an ass, mello."