[The mansion has dropped Light into a particularly interesting room today: he's close to the top of a mountain. The ground is bare earth and rock: black and brown, volcanic. It's dark: the cloudline is grey, silver, ghostly: reflecting the full moon, spreading out like cotton-wool. The sky is alive with stars: occasionally, meteors streak across, burning to ash and disappearing. And it's really cold.
The path is demarcated by a simple rope, and just behind where Light is crouching is a torii gate: plain wood, marking the entrance to what's supposedly sacred space.
He hasn't gone through.]
[[OOC: private to
cipherhood.]]