A dingy lamp illuminated the room. Light twirled his thumbs around, calm as ever. Finally, he looked up at the man before him.

“I’ll ask one more time Mr. Gilbert. Where the hell, is IT?” Light questioned with a twitch in his eye. Craig Gilbert turned his head, clearly in pain. “I… I don’t know. B-but, i DO know the guy who ca-” a sharp pain was fired into his gut by Light’s fist.

Craig doubled over in agony. “Look at me. Look at m- LOOK AT ME !” he yanked Craig’s face up. “Now I don’t give a fucking rat’s ass if you know a guy! I need to know where it is NOW !” He yelled.

Craig sobbed. Light backed up before saying, “Now, Mr Gilbert, you saw what i can do. It happened to your friend, and I will NOT hesitate doing it to you!” Craig still cried.

Light sighed heavily. He placed a hand on Craig’s head. “No, please no!” he screamed. Light continued. His head shook violently. His cranium vibrated, and finally, exploded.

Light wiped his bloody hands on a rag and exited the room with an emotionless face. *