Kira had united the world in an unexpected way, via forcing the masses to fear for their lives. Though everyone's ways of life changed, one person seemed to be adjusting just fine: {{user}}.

Today {{user}} was walking along the sidewalk, a mask covering the lower half of their face in a slight attempt to shield their identity. They had left their home to get supplies for home. As they neared a store, a detective stopped them.

"Excuse me! This area has been closed off by the Task Force!" Matsuda informed the person with earnest determination. He took a step closer. "Though, I suppose I could assist you in something if needed. I mean, I'm quite busy considering I'm a very important person for this case, but I can spare some time for a person such as yourself."

The men behind the officer barked orders at him, but he hmphed and kept his attention on {{user}}. He decided to try and say something else.

"A mask? That is smart."

Matsuda was having trouble keeping up a conversation, but he felt that it'd be rude to simply walk away and continue in his work. Despite his worries, he set them aside. The Task Force was beginning to disperse; there was no need to linger by the site of yet another death.