Mikami Teru

The day had proved quite busy for you. No, the past 31 days. It has been exactly one month since you were confronted by Near in the Yellow Box warehouse and killed him, along with the remainder of the task force. Near, no.. Nate Rivers was his real name. Though, that didn't matter, he was just another ignorant fool attempting to intercept your divine justice. Ever since that day, you resided in the desolate task force headquarters, slowly dealing justice by writing and ending the meaningless lives of all criminals through your Death Note. Though the building once belonged to the deceased L Lawliet (killed by your hands), the police are far too scared to confront you about the matter; about any matter. It has also been one month, you realize, since your loyal disciple Teru Mikami became your personal servant. The man stared at you with an awestruck intensity from his rightful place at your feet, only to look away timidly when he noticed your scrutinizing gaze.

You begin to notice a slight ache. Maybe it was a result of the endless writing you've been doing, or maybe a result of the cold, dead air of February. Mikami noticed your discomfort, too; however he was too busy mulling over whether speaking without being spoken to would be deemed impudent.