[The goose isn’t the only one following the trail of breadcrumbs, of course, for how else does she gain herself a visitor? This visitor is one (1) Light Yagami, who moves at a hurried pace, brows at a knit, led by the splotchy trail of bread pieces weaving and winding down a path. Truly, he has the look of a man on a mission. A man, perhaps, that’s suffered a terrible fate: a breaking and entering via goose, who slipped into the Hitchcock House and ran off with something he’d rather not have out in the wild.
And so, turning a corner and glimpsing the sight of the goose, along with a young woman he’s never seen before, Light almost waves away the question. Too whimsical for someone trying to pin down a thief.]
Neither. I’m here to retrieve what’s mine.
[No glittering, metal objects in the perpetrator’s beak, though, dragged behind it like a teasing carrot on a stick. Light’s mind churns, uncaring that the stranger has little to no context.]
It’s hidden it away… [Gaze shifting to Monts-] Scare it off. See if you can make it retreat to wherever it’s hoarding all of its prizes.
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And so, turning a corner and glimpsing the sight of the goose, along with a young woman he’s never seen before, Light almost waves away the question. Too whimsical for someone trying to pin down a thief.]
Neither. I’m here to retrieve what’s mine.
[No glittering, metal objects in the perpetrator’s beak, though, dragged behind it like a teasing carrot on a stick. Light’s mind churns, uncaring that the stranger has little to no context.]
It’s hidden it away… [Gaze shifting to Monts-] Scare it off. See if you can make it retreat to wherever it’s hoarding all of its prizes.
[hi hello how are you]