The warehouse door screeches open.
He reaches into his coat. But his fingers close around nothing. His eyes widen. He pats his chest, his sides. The notebook is gone. death note manga book
"What?" Light says.
Across the cavernous space, Near sits cross-legged on a metal crate, his white hair a stark contrast to the gloom. He fiddles with a miniature finger puppet, his expression unreadable. Behind him, the SPK agents stand at attention, guns holstered but hands near the grips. The warehouse door screeches open
Light’s head snaps toward him. "Matsuda… you…" His eyes widen
The air inside the Yellow Box Warehouse is cold, sterile, and smells of dry concrete. Grey light filters through high, grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like silent witnesses. Light Yagami stands with his hands in the pockets of his beige coat, a thin, almost serene smile playing on his lips. Behind him, Misa Amane fidgets, while the Task Force—Aizawa, Matsuda, Ide, and the rest—stand with grim, uncertain faces.
"Brilliant! Brilliant, Near! You actually made me… you made me doubt myself for a second!" He straightens up, and his face becomes a mask of cold, absolute fury. "But you forget the most important rule of the Death Note. I wrote your name in my own notebook—the one in my jacket—before I even walked into this warehouse. You’re already dead, Near. You just haven’t stopped breathing yet."