Misora jumped backward instantly, forced down the surge of emotions this sudden turn of events stirred up, and put her fists up. She didn't have a gun with her—not because she was suspended, but simply because she had never really gotten used to carrying one around. With no gun, she had no trigger to pull.
"What... no, who are you?" she roared, trying to sound intimidating. But the hand was joined by a second hand, as if her voice was just the wind blowing, and a body followed it. A man, crawling out from under the bed.
How long... had he been here...?
Was he under the bed this whole time?
Had he heard her talking to L?
All kinds of questions flooded through Misora's mind.
"Answer me! Who are you?!"
She put one hand inside her jacket, pretending she had a gun. The man raised his head.
And slowly stood up.
Natural black hair.
A plain shirt, faded jeans.
He was a young man, with dark lines under his wide, bulging eyes.
Thin, and apparently fairly tall, but his back was curved, leaving his gaze two heads lower than Misora's so he appeared to be looking up at her.
"Nice to meet you," he said, completely unruffled. He bowed even lower. "Please call me Ryuzaki."
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Another Note - The Los Angeles BB Murder Case
Misterio / SuspensoNot my story. I'm just putting it here cause I'm bored and I think some other people also put it here so cool. btw there could be people who are reading this for the first time so it's better not to tell spoilers. Enjoy.
