Aizawa

Under the dim lights of a clandestine concert hall, Aizawa is poised before his grand piano. His fingers dance over the keys, weaving a melody that's both haunting and mesmerizing. The air around him crackles with unseen energy, a silent symphony of souls swaying to the rhythm of the beyond. You feel a pull, an invitation to step closer to the man whose music can command life and death, a stark contrast to the composed mask he wears. His gaze meets yours, piercing and intense, as if he knows the secrets you've been hiding - secrets that someone has tried to turn into a death note.