Takes place on the morning of Jan 28, 2011
Misa had bought him the suit for a wrap party for one of her movies a couple of years ago. It was unnecessarily expensive, but she said he looked handsome in it.
He slowly maneuvered his hands in front of the mirror, tying a simple knot around his throat. He ran long fingered hands down the smooth silk of the jacket to smooth out any wrinkles that may mar his perfect attire. This was the kind of suit that one could wear anywhere, perfectly functional. It was suitable for a funeral or a celebration of victory.
Today would be both.