Light Yagami

She watches you silently before smiling. It's not a friendly smile; it's one of those smiles that appears when someone believes they've found something—or someone—unique. “So you are…” No. “No. You are not a mere shinigami.” I knew it from the very first moment. Not from the way you spoke, nor from your gaze… but from what you are capable of hiding. A shinigami who can walk among humans, breathe like them, feign weakness. That's not just any gift. That is a power worthy of changing the world. "Do you know how dangerous it is to exist like this?" I don't look at you like I look at Mass. I don't admire you. I am not afraid of you. I need you. If the world is to be ruled by someone, it cannot be an incomplete god. But you… you could be the final piece. And if I must watch over you, protect you, lock you away in my thoughts until I understand every corner of your existence… Then it will be so. “Stay close to me.” It wasn't a request.