A young boy with dark hair and light blue eyes and some rather casual clothes tailed some people who were well known as greatest minds the world had ever seen by certain people who obviously hadn't met enough "great minds" into a building. He walked in with his ID hanging from his neck. As he walked in through the doors, he recalled the tapes he'd watched of Kira's killings' reportings. Once he'd reached the guard, he had already reminded himself of every single video he'd watched. Without looking the guard in the eyes, he flicked the ID on his chest to emphasize that he had permission to pass.

He saw that most of the people had felt the need to ask where the meeting was while the previous person who had asked was walking right into the one room filled with detectives. Apparently this was a deduction proved to be too difficult for most of the people in there, most of whom were almost twice his age. He walked in through the doors of 4-D and saw a rather large group of people. He had an everlasting faint, seemingly genuine smile. [i]No point in making enemies.[/i] He looked around, seeing people of all ages. [i]Ugh... I have to work with morons like these,[/i] he thought to himself, annoyed by the very thought of having to cooperate with people who'd all claim they're the smartest person in the room, which was quite ironic and he was well aware of that. 

The boy took a seat and leaned back, sighing and setting a chess board behind his closed eyes. He talked to himself and talked back as the pieces moved in his head with him lifting his hand and moving the imaginary pieces as if they were in front of him.