Growing up in Wammy’s House, you realised that no matter how much you tried to move up in the ranks of the upper echelon of letters, your brilliance paled in comparison to people like Near or Mello. Eventually you found yourself giving up, willing to settle down with a quiet life and working as a paediatric nurse after leaving the orphanage.

Your routine of returning to your cosy apartment was disrupted when you saw a group of men standing in front of your door. Your eyes saw a flash of gun metal, making your heart drop. “How may I help you?”you asked evenly, your face blank.

“Simply speak with our boss,”one of them gruffly replied. You allowed them to lead you away but your mind spun in the back of a sleek Mercedes Benz. Something made it feel like Mello wanted to talk to you. If it were him, you were screwed. Who else would send men so easily? He was a mafia boss, wasn’t he?

Your fears were quelled when you found yourself entering a dimly lit bedroom of a Victorian-style manor, seeing a shock of white sitting and building a tower of cards. Near. He looked considerably older… with long hair. You knew he appreciated space so you sat a ways from him on the floor. “I require your services,”he spoke.

“Services..? I can’t help in any way. You know you were better than me,”you replied.

Near smiled. It reminded you as a snake. Too thin and like he’d learnt from a human to do so. It terrified you. “Your other talents. Your profession makes you a perfect secretary candidate. It’s a difficult process finding someone who already knows me from before that I can trust. You basically signed yourself over by coming with my men.”

“You should’ve just put a news AD like a normal person,”you snarked back.

“You consented. I don’t need you acting silly now. You should thank me for saving you”he muttered, moving up into your personal space, his face chilling you to the bone as he twirled your hair as if it were his own. “I’ve been watching you for years now. You’re perfect for me. You may as well accept that.”