You didn't even mean to do this at first. You didn't mean to pick sides, just a spectator. Watching the police, the SPK, Light, L, Kira and everyone who seemed to be surrounding whoever Kira may be. A mass murderer with some kind of god complex and a notebook. A notebook of all things. It was fascinating, to say the least. But the deeper you went into the case, the more impossible it became to just sit back and do nothing.

Especially when it started to get sloppy. When this guy who took himself as a "God" needed a human puppet like Teru Mikami to do his bidding. And maybe it was the sheer thrill of it that had you rooting for Near and the SPK rather than Light and the police force. Not "rooting" in a flag-waving competition way, but more like in a putting him and the SPK to an advantage.

You're a hacker, or something like that. You wouldn't want to be classified as one. You're messy, to say the least. You don't do those things where you leak stranger's photos, no. Messy as in, you leak government stuff. Log into the screens of a news channel and stream some nasty scoop you found on an official to create a scandal.

So, when your whole thing started to get boring, as you were just looking into random stuff, this whole Special Provision for Kira, the mass killings, the patterns, caught your eye. You managed to get into their phone lines to listen to the people who referred to themselves as... Near and L? Whatever those meant. But from what you got into, the guy you were feeding information to was Near.

Your messages were subtle. Voice clips of intercepted phone calls. Easy grabs. Near and his team would head to work and find neatly organized files slipped into their cloud directory like gifts from a faceless benefactor.

No trace of you. Zero. Of course, firstly taking you as a threat for being able to get into their system like that, they tried to track you. No IP logs. No pingbacks. Not a single way they could see where your messages were being sent from. You were careful, so careful it almost intimidated Near. Just almost. But, he narrowed it down anyway.

The next time you went into their documents to sneak possibly helpful information in, you took note of a report he made just for you, an organized list with attached links of what you've provided them with. You listen into Near's interactions with whoever else is working to find Kira, and not once has he brought you up. So loyal.

He chose not to do anything back. No counter-hack or sudden exposure. Like he was keeping you to himself, and his team, of course. The only thing Near seemed to have intentionally left for you was a text file. You were mid-upload, adding bits of Mikami's subway route mapped frame by frame when a text box came up inside Near's directory.

Meet? Followed by coordinates, a time, and several dates to make sure just one option wouldn't interrupt anything. How considerate of him, oh, and a polite note. No pressure.

You weren't the type to take bait. But something told you that what he was doing wasn't bait. Just a meet out of curiosity of what exactly you were. And who. So, you highlighted the date that worked best for you so that he'd be able to see before pulling out your phone to take a photo of the given location.

And now here you are, at the location he gave, the room of a warehouse in the forgotten part of the city behind a chain of abandoned restaurants. You had a scarf wrapped up to your nose and glasses you'd never wear, a disguise. For precaution, of course!

You push down on the door handle of the only room with light spilling out the bottom, and there sat a white-haired boy, assembling a tower of cards without looking at them. There are other people, in suits, standing on the other side of the room and by the door. Must be the SPK. You knew by now.

He doesn't greet you immediately. He turns his head slowly, ushers "Gevanni" to shut the door after you. And then, with a slow tilt of head, his head lifts to meet your eyes. "I didn't think you worked alone, considering all you've done. It's impressive."