What if Ayanokoji tried to solve the Kira case?

The Hidden Hunter

The night was silent, the kind of stillness that made even the slightest sound seem amplified. Ayanokoji sat at his desk, bathed in the cold light of his computer screen. His plan was in motion, but he knew that this was only the beginning. Kira was out there, somewhere, and if Ayanokoji was to draw him out, he needed to escalate the game.

He had spent the last few hours studying the student he had chosen as his pawn—Hiroshi Akiyama, a second-year student with a history of aggression. Akiyama was a bully, someone who used fear and intimidation to control those around him. It was a crude method, but one that had worked for him—until now. Ayanokoji knew that fear was a powerful motivator, and Akiyama was about to find himself in a situation where fear would drive him to make the wrong decision.

The plan was simple: Ayanokoji had carefully crafted a series of anonymous messages, each one designed to plant the idea in Akiyama's mind that Kira might be watching him. The messages were subtle, nothing overtly threatening, but enough to make Akiyama paranoid. Ayanokoji knew that fear, once seeded, could grow quickly. It was a delicate operation, one that required precision and timing, but Ayanokoji was confident in his abilities.

As he reviewed the messages one last time, Ayanokoji felt a sense of calm settle over him. Everything was in place. All that was left was to send the first message and watch as Akiyama began to unravel. But before he did, he paused, his finger hovering over the "send" button. Ayanokoji knew that once he set this plan in motion, there would be no turning back. He would be committing himself fully to the game, and there would be no room for error.

He took a deep breath, then pressed the button. The message was sent.

The next morning, Akiyama sat at his desk, staring at his phone. He had received an anonymous text just minutes before, and it had shaken him more than he cared to admit. The message was simple: "I know what you've done. Kira is watching."

At first, Akiyama had laughed it off, thinking it was some kind of prank. But the more he thought about it, the more unsettled he became. The message had come from an unknown number, and no one in the school knew about the things he had done—at least, not the worst of them. He had always been careful to cover his tracks, to make sure that his victims were too scared to speak out. But what if Kira really was watching? What if Kira knew?

Akiyama's mind raced as he considered the possibilities. The news was full of stories about Kira, the mysterious figure who was killing criminals all over the world. No one knew how he was doing it, but the deaths were all the same—heart attacks, sudden and seemingly out of nowhere. Akiyama had always thought Kira was some kind of urban legend, a story to scare people into behaving. But what if it was real?

He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he tried to push the thought from his mind. There was no way Kira could know about him. He was just a high school student, after all. But the doubt lingered, gnawing at him, making it hard to focus on anything else.

The day passed in a blur, and by the time classes were over, Akiyama was on edge. He kept checking his phone, half-expecting another message to appear. But there was nothing. The silence only made him more anxious, and by the time he left the school, he was jumpy, flinching at every little noise.

As he walked home, Akiyama couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He kept glancing over his shoulder, but the street was empty. He told himself he was being paranoid, that it was just a stupid prank. But the fear was real, and it was growing.

He had always relied on fear to control others, to keep them in line. But now, the tables had turned, and Akiyama found himself in a position he had never been in before. He was the one who was afraid, and he didn't know how to deal with it.