A/N... I do not own Death Note
People bustled through the Tokyo streets like bees in a hive. I followed the crowd and stopped at a small café with a pale green awning and small white metal chairs with matching tables set out in front. I was almost homesick while I was away. This activity was a different type of peace in comparison to the quiet tranquility of Wales. It was the kind of peace that came from collaboration, satisfaction in seeing everything working in perfect harmony. I sat in one of the chairs and watched the names as people passed by.
"I haven't seen you since Shanghai," a feminine voice sounded from beside me. The blonde sitting next to me took a drag from her cigarette. Merrie Kenwood. Wedy. The catburglar who flew to Tokyo at L's request.
"Was that the time I locked you in the vault under that museum?" I reminisced on my previous cases, knowing full well what had happened in Shanghai.
"No, that was Portugal," she corrected with good humor.
"Right," I agreed with a small smile. Wedy and I had crossed paths a few times over the years. We've grown rather familiar with each other, and I considered her to be the closest to a real friend I had. Women like us bonded, even if we were on opposite sides of the law.
"You were supposed to be back three days ago. Where've you been, kitten?"
I shrugged, "Here and there. I needed a break, you know how it goes."
"And you haven't told him you're back," she commented with a little, knowing smile playing on her lips.
I cast a smile her way and held a finger to my lips, "Let's keep it between us for now. I don't wanna show up without being all caught up."
She laughed and pointed at me with her cigarette, "That's so like you, Ev. You never invite a girl to lunch just to talk, do you?"
"You're not still mad about the vault are you?" I teased the thief as she retrieved a thumb drive from her coat pocket.
"You did what you had to do," she shrugged and flipped the thumb drive like a coin. "Work is work. No hard feelings."
"Glad you see it that way. I wouldn't want to work with someone I couldn't trust."
Wedy scoffed and took another drag from her cigarette, "Oh, please. You and that Ryuzaki don't even trust your own left hands."
"I'm ambidextrous," I quipped. She had a point, though. Trust was a rarity in the world we lived in. I double-crossed her once, and she had done the same to me. By all accounts, we were even.
I couldn't see her eyes from behind the heavily tinted shades, but I got the feeling she was rolling her eyes. She slid the thumb drive to me across the table in the manner of every shady dealing in the history of the media. "This is everything they've put together since you left," Wedy informed me. "If he finds out I stole these…"
"I'll make sure nothing happens," I assured her sincerely. Wedy never meant any harm. She was a kleptomaniac, sure, but she meant well. After all, if anyone was going to take the fall for this theft, it would be me. Besides, I wouldn't even call it theft. I gave her access to my network, and she gave the information to me.
The blonde rose to her feet and nodded in understanding before disappearing into the crowd. Once she was gone, I reached into my backpack and moved the blackbound notebook to retrieve my laptop. Inserting the hardware, I began to read through the compilation Wedy provided. A lot had happened in eight days.
{E.B.}
I first encountered L in the hallway leading back to my room. He was leading Light in the opposite direction I was walking, and he came to a dead stop when he noticed me. Light's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't seem displeased with my arrival.
"Reika, you're back!" he exclaimed gleefully, maneuvering in front of L and tugging the detective along with him as he closed the space between us. "You cut your hair," he commented.
"Stops me from chewing on it," I explained.
"You look beautiful," he complimented warmly. I shifted uncomfortably at the remark and averted my gaze from his. Such a direct, sincere compliment was uncommon, and I'd be lying if I said Light wasn't a handsome man.
"Thank you," I responded with an appropriate balance of affected and composed. I had learned a lot in my time away from Japan, and this knowledge revealed that this Light, the sincere and righteous young man, wasn't Kira. Kira only existed with ownership of the Death Note. So, this was the man Light would have been if he had never touched the Death Note, and he continued to unnerve me. Still, the potential was there, of course, as it was in all humans. Maybe it wouldn't have materialized at this point in his life, but it was likely that later in his life, Light would become a serial killer.
"Light, let's go," L strode forward and yanked on Light's chain.
"Right," I called to their backs, "wouldn't want to be late for Yotsuba's next meeting."
L paused in his flight and glanced back at me, "Portugal." The day Wedy and I first met face to face. He knew about the acquaintance we had formed that day. I didn't have to confirm the minor betrayal of trust. He already knew. The dark haired man sighed heavily and continued shuffling away, "You know where to meet us." With that said, our exchange ended, and I continued to my room.
It was easy to fall back into the role of Endo. I knew the case, and I knew the part. All that was left was the display. With my laptop under my arm, I made my way to the media room and found that the gentlemen had gathered in front of the main screen.
"In order to further the growth of the Yotsuba Group and best serve its financial interest, who should we kill next?" the hairless and bespectacled business man on screen asked of his associates. That narrowed down my search for the Death Note, at least. A new intrigue rose up in me at this democratic approach to killing victims. Humans killing humans to extend the influence of their business. Just how different was it from shinigami killing to extend their lifespands? The benefits were selfish in either case. It was all about survival.
"You see?" Matsuda exclaimed, pointing at the screen, "It's just like I told you last week!"
"But before we get to that, there are several topics that we need to discuss. First, there is the issue of Hatori's death," the man on screen continued.
"That was unavoidable. To be honest, in a certain sense, I'm relieved that Hatori's dead. Kira has demonstrated that we must be committed to these meetings. We now know what will happen if we try to leave." They would die. The Yotsuba Group functioned as a board of Kiras, yet they answered to the anonymous Kira who held the Death Note. I found it fascinating how easily they accepted those terms. What was it that drove them to comply to the life or death situation Kira imposed upon them?
"I think we all understand what Hatori's death means for the rest of us. Let's not take it too lightly." I let the smallest of smiles slide into place as the answer to my unspoken question became apparent. Fear. These powerful men, influential in every sense, playing at gods to benefit their worldly aims, lived by the fear that they would be caught by the police and the fear that Kira would kill them before the police even figured out who they were.
That is why one must do his or her own dirty work. A shadow looming overhead only compromises one's strength.
"Now, moving on. Our next topic is Eraldo Coil's report." The gentlemen of the Task Force gasped in unison.
"I never liked that man," I remarked.
"That man is me," L replied.
"I know," I assured him, glancing to the detective. "You commandeered one of my investigations."
Mr. Yagami voiced the thoughts of the three, regaining my attention, "One of their members just died and that's all they're going to say?"
"Don't be so shocked, Mr. Yagami," I said to the man, turning my eyes back to the screen. "They're no better than Kira."
"So, did we really pay five million dollars for this report?" a disgruntled chairperson questioned scathingly. He hit the paper with his hand, "I mean, come on. Look at this, he hasn't found anything important about L like his name or his face. Is this Coil guy seriously going to be of any use to us?"
I could practically see his eagerness to kill L rolling off of him in waves. Someone who didn't care about who L was and only wanted to see him die. Now, at least I had a heart. This man wanted a stranger's blood.
"Hold on a second," the bald vice president advised the younger man, "there is something very
interesting in the last part of this report. Coil's warning us that we can't afford to take L's existence too lightly. In particular, it says the concentration of killings that are beneficial to Yotsuba will most likely be noticed by L if they continue on Fridays and Saturdays." The expressions on each board member's face shifted slightly as the men mulled over this suggestion.
The regularly scheduled kills was too precise for our original Kira's MO. I sighed, it was like bouncing from one extreme to the other with the true Kira lurking in just that sweet spot in-between. The second Kira had been impulsive and sloppy. Clever, yes, but an amateur nonetheless. The third Kira operated with a well-defined structure based on what the congress of suspects agreed upon. They ran Kira the same way they conducted their business – clean and organized.
"Sounds like this Eraldo Coil has figured out what we've been up to," one of the vices inferred. "I admit, it's quite impressive. At any rate, I personally think we should stop killing every weekend."
"This is unbelievable," Matsuda remarked. "It's like they're trying to confess to everything."
"Hmm," Mr. Yagami hummed in agreement. "As long as we have this video as evidence, we could probably arrest all seven of them."
Has it backfired? I wondered. L had succeeded, as he usually did, in misdirecting his enemies who sought to identify him. However, it seemed as if the collateral damage was about to spike upward.
"Kira hasn't been flexible until now, has he?" the most outspoken of the board members brought up. "It would be nice if he could spread out his killings over the whole week."
"The fact that Coil noticed what we've been up to makes it too dangerous to continue killing at our usual pace. From now on, we have to be even more careful, and, to make sure that nobody else happens to notice a trend in these deaths." It was silently agreed upon, and they moved forward.
"Now, on to the main topic, who should we kill?"
"I think we should focus on E.L.F. Insurance," the Director of Financial Planning suggested. "If they expand into the Japanese market, Yotsuba and many other companies will lose valuable clients to them."
"Agreed," the eldest among them stated. "Any objections to killing these people from E.L.F. with accidental deaths?"
"No objections," the board voiced in unison.
"Is this for real?" Light exclaimed in disbelief as his father sounded with incredulity. "How can they do this so easily?"
"Another potential candidate is Santaro Zenzai a member of the Kugisawa Group. He's been protesting Yotsuba's resort development plans. Zenzai's known to have high blood pressure, so we can designate a time for him to suffer a small stroke resulting in natural death. Any objections?"
"No objections," they settled on their second victim.
"Kira? Deaths by accident? By disease? Designated times of death?" Light listed angrily, "It's all just as we suspected. You were right."
"No," L negated evenly, "unfortunately, we can only be completely sure after those people they named are dead." Both Light and his father tensed as if they prepared to protest. "We will continue to monitor these meetings, take note of what they say, how they act, and, most importantly, when one of the people they choose actually die. If we can confirm the connection between their plans and the deaths, then we'll definitely be able to catch Kira," L continued whilst stacking jelly cubes on his spoon and lifting the ridiculously tall tower of gelatin.
"Ryuzaki!" Light and his dad both shifted forward, surprising the detective and causing him to lose balance.
"What is it? There's no reason to yell in unison."
"I can't carry on knowing these people will die," Light declared in horror. "That's just immoral."
"Right," Mr. Yagami agreed.
I sighed and addressed this new, almost annoyingly moral Light Yagami, "You can, and you will. What exactly do you think is going to happen if we don't play this right?"
"We can have these men convicted right now," Light insisted, "nobody else needs to die."
"Not good enough," I snapped, and Light seemed taken aback. "One out of those seven men is Kira, and if we don't wait, we won't be able to confirm who it is. Besides, the Yotsuba Group's a prominent organization with millions backing each of these men, I'd like to ensure that their lawyers have absolutely no wiggle room."
"I know you're planning to catch Kira by letting these guys actually carry out these murders, but we can't let that happen," Light insisted vehemently.
"That's right," his father supported the nobility of Light's argument. "It's obvious that these seven men are behind the killings. With Matsuda's testimony and this footage we've recorded, we have all the evidence."
"You're making this difficult," L replied as if he was explaining something to a child. "If we were to take action now, everything we've done will go to waste."
The meeting continued on screen, "So what do you say we take care of the E.L.F. in three weeks and, as for Zenzai, we'll ask Kira to kill him this weekend?"
"No objections," the six replied in unison.
Mr. Yagami clenched his jaw and began speaking furiously, "If that's what they're going to do, then there's not much time left. Light, we already know the phone numbers of these board members, don't we?" Light handed the list to his father, "I don't care who we call. I need to reach one of these men and have them stop these murders."
"Please, hold on," L advised patiently, "that will cause suspicion. It would mean the investigation caught up to them three days after they were contacted by Aiber. Also, it would make it far more unlikely that we would be able to discover who the real Kira might be. We can't afford such a huge setback, seeing how far we've come." He slurped his coffee noisily before continuing, "In order to catch Kira, we're going to need some solid proof."
"Ryuzaki," Light started, "if one of these seven men is in fact Kira, then would it be safe to say that if I tried calling one of them, the odds of that person actually being Kira is going to be one in seven?"
"I'm thinking there might be more than one Kira among them. A probability of two in seven, at most," L corrected.
"If we're prepared to let them know that the investigation is catching up to them, let's place our bets on these odds," Light suggested. I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued. It was a great leap, one that mirrored a risk L would take, except Light aimed to prevent as many killings as possible. "Ryuzaki," Light continued, "I'm going to pose as L, judging from their conversation so far the one least likely to be Kira but with the most influence is…"
"Namikawa," L and Light declared in unison.
"Ooi!" Matsuda exclaimed, horribly incorrect.
"If you're going to make a call," L finally relented, "please, use this phone. It's set up so it can't be traced or tapped."
"That's all well and good," I voiced lazily while pulling my cellphone out of my pocket, "but, you see, I'll be the one calling Mr. Namikawa."
L swiveled to glare at me with a sharpness in the depths of his large, dark eyes, "You will do no such thing."
"Don't be ridiculous," I returned with a dismissive wave of my hand. "You said so yourself, we've come too far to risk any setbacks in the investigation. If E were to reach out, an unaffiliated third party, there would never be any overall risk."
"You're wrong," he was quick to dissent.
"We'll see," I replied curtly, placing the call while holding L's unwavering gaze with my own.
The conversation on screen continued as a bored voice spoke up, "You know, this would all go a lot faster if we killed off the execs at our rival companies." While the other executives bickered, Reiji Namikawa produced his phone from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID before holdiing the device to is ear.
"Reiji Namikawa," I stated. "Head of the Yotsuba Group's Marketing Department."
The only hint of confusion he expressed was the surprised hum before he replied, "Yes, and who is this?"
"Listen carefully, but don't draw attention to yourself," I instructed, watching his responses on screen. "I am E, you remember, don't you? It's been a long time. Now, I've placed cameras and wiretaps around that meeting room. Even as I speak, I'm recording footage of your entire meeting. The first thing you discussed was Hatori's death. Now, you're debating who to kill next, am I correct?" I watched him maintain a cool expression, remaining calm as I spoke. "If you are not Kira, or if you are not someone who can contact Kira directly, let's make a deal. You're going to delay the deaths of the ELF president and Mr. Zenzai by one month. That won't be a problem for someone of your standing, will it?"
"Yes," he replied as if on a business call, "yes, I see. No, it won't."
"If you uphold your end of the deal and cooperate with my requests from now on," I continued, "then your crimes and the crimes of your associates, with the exception of Kira's, will be pardoned based on the premise that Kira blackmails you into participating in this meeting."
"I see," he replied.
"If you tell the others about this call, they will panic. It'd be of no advantage to you, seeing as everyone would be arrested immediately. I've no interest in the rest of you. All I want is Kira. Now, if I get Kira you'll be acquitted of all charges, and if Kira gets away, you'll be free to continue your comfortable life. Just play along with both parties, staying on the sidelines will be best. You're not in a position to lose anything regardless of who wins in the end. It'd only be a loss if I decided to turn you in right here and now, hmm? But I don't do that to my friends, and we're friends, aren't we Namikawa?"
"Right," he replied with ease, "I'll see you Monday, then." Namikawa effortlessly removed any suspicion from his person. They had chosen the right man, after all. Neither virtuous nor vicious. Namikawa's weakness was his well-being.
"Here's what I'm thinking," he said regarding the murder dates, "give Coil one month to reveal L's identity. If he still has not uncovered the information we need, then we can go ahead and kill the targets right away. Then, we'll give him another month to investigate and repeat the process. Once we get rid of L permanently, we can go back to killing two or three people weekly. In other words, our priority should be the elimination of L."
It was a good ploy. One his fellow board members were able to believe and support. "I see, once we kill L, there won't be anything standing in our way, but until then we need to be careful."
"Right, sounds like a reasonable plan to me."
"We need to be extremely careful if we don't want to get caught." Namikawa's suggestion quickly gained approval, and it was decided. We had our month.
"We will still be meeting on a weekly basis, that is all," Ooi concluded.
"You really are quite amazing, Light," L said while still staring at the screen as the board disbursed.
"What? Endo did all the talking?" Light protested.
"Hmm? No, no," L dismissed Light's response. "E would never have said anything like that. She's clever, but she's not that clever. In fact, I'd say she was playing a role, but whose, I wonder?"
Light turned to face me, confused at this rerouted attribution of responsibility. "The key to being E," I said to him, "is to never be E."
"I don't understand," Matsuda said, scratching his head.
"It was Light's idea," L began to explain. "Light's thought process. Light's plan. Light, through E, managed to delay the killings and set up Namikawa as a potential mole for us. It's exactly the kind of thing I would do, and you thought of it quicker than I did. At this rate, if I end up dying, somehow, it's quite possible that you would be capable of succeeding me."
I stopped everything I was doing and snapped my eyes to the messy haired detective. Succession? He had plenty of successors lined up. Many of them were children who had spent their lives in his shadow. Would he really consider doing that to them? Tearing their one purpose out from under them?
"What?" Light exclaimed, "Why are you being so morbid? There isn't time for that. We only have a month to figure out Kira's identity and gather evidence against him to prove it. This is only the beginning."
"Yes," L drawled, "but you were the one who first noticed the connection between Yotsuba and Kira. You might actually be more capable than I am. I honestly believe you could take this on. Tell me, if I should die, would you take over for me as L?"
No, I thought at the question L posed to Light. He wouldn't just offer that to Light. He knows about the others. It had to be part of the maze of tests L had constructed in his mind. Regardless, it enraged me. He could barter with his life like that, certainly, but not those of the others.
"What are you talking about?" Light demanded. "As long as we're joined by these, we would die together, anyway." Then, he inhaled sharply, as if realizing. "I see. Ryuzaki, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to tell everyone what you're really thinking right now. He thinks that if I really am Kira, then there are two possibilities. Either I'm just pretending I'm not him and putting on an act, or Kira's power has passed on from me to someone else, and I have no memory of ever being Kira in the first place. He's trying to determine, which, or either, is the truth. The first theory, if I am putting on an act, he will never remove these handcuffs. No, even if I wasn't pretending to be innocent. I'm sure he still wouldn't take them off. Ryuzaki still believes that I'm Kira. Even if that power had been passed to someone else, he thinks I would have planned to have it returned to me once I'm safe from suspicion. In other words, I wasn't being controlled at all. He thinks it was a plan to pass on the power and arrange for it to come back to me once I've been cleared."
That sounded about right. L still hadn't moved from his perch. As usual, he took what was being said to him without retaliation.
"Ryuzaki's theory is that once I steal L's title, I will become Kira again," Light concluded.
Without missing a beat L gave his confirmation, "Correct."
"Taking on the identity of L," Light continued, "having the power to control the police in every country while being Kira in secret. It's ideal, and you're thinking I could do it. No, that I would do it. And Endo, she'd have to die or join Kira, but she would rather die than join Kira. I would kill her. I love her, and you think I'm capable of killing her. That's what you're saying, isn't it?"
"Yes," L replied.
"But what about now?" Light demanded. "I told you I don't want your title. That should prove, even to you, that I'm not putting on an act, shouldn't it?"
"If this is all an act," L spoke in theoreticals, "and you are trying to steal my identity, there's no chance you'd be foolish enough to reveal your plan in front of everyone. E would have a bullet through your heart before your next breath. Don't you agree?"
Light reached to L's shoulder and turned the chair around to face him, "Ryuzaki, do you think that I'm actually capable of becoming a murderer? Kira? Even after I helped you catch him? Do I seem like that kind of person to you?" His eyes burned with passion as they gazed into L's deceptively blank depths.
"Yes, you do," L answered levelly. "I've always thought so." The other two men in the room gasped at the blunt admission. I suppose I would have been surprised, too, once, but I knew better. There was no such thing as 'that kind of person'. There were only gods and humans.
Simultaneously, Light's fist and L's foot met the other's face as it had come to blows. "Gah," Mr. Yagami grunted, "not again."
Matsuda raced to intervene again, "Okay, break it up! Once is enough! It was a draw, so let's just leave it as an even match, okay?"
"Yeah, you're right," Light agreed with a darker note to his voice. "Anyway, let's focus on catching the Kira that's in front of us right now. As long as I have the handcuffs on, you shouldn't have any complaints."
"I suppose so," L swiveled back around as if the altercation had never happened. "We only have a month so there's no time to get distracted."
It seemed as if we would continue on track, but Mr. Yagami spoke up shortly after the tension between Light and L had been diffused. "Ryuzaki, we have plenty of footage from this meeing. Can't we use that as evidence against those seven men and prevent the murders of other criminals?"
"Unfortunately, no," L replied, holding to his previous decision.
"But, why?" Mr. Yagami demanded.
"At the moment, we're not certain that Kira is among those seven men. If all they have is a tenuous relation with him, then Kira will kill them as soon as they're arrested." L explained as he dropped sugar cubes into his drink. "We have to be absolutely sure that Kira is among them, so there's no point to detaining them now, and even if it does turn out to be one of them, it will still be quite difficult to determine who the culprit is. I still believe that it is far too early for us to make our move."
"Hold on," Mr. Yagami protested with the authority he had possessed as chief. "At the same time, we can't say that he is definitely not among the seven. That means there's a chance the killings will stop. If we take this opportunity to arrest them."
"Mr. Yagami," I spoke up, locking gazes with the man, "I believe that of everyone here, nobody has more of a reason to want the killings to stop more than me, but I have to agree with L. Kira must be stopped. This is the third, and we had already had one in our custody when the other sprang up. We must bide our time and wait for this one to make a mistake."
"I think Dad's right," L also voiced, "there is a chance. We have to act on it."
"Excuse me," L said with his hand in the sugar pot, "but, I think from now on, I should go after Kira by myself." The other men gazed at him with surprise. "You can use these headquarters as you wish, I'll also be here, but we will be working independently. You can conduct your investigation under your own direction. Feel free to arrest those men if you'd like. I will be carrying on my own investigation. We'll only get into arguments if we don't split up and act separately at this point. This is for the best."
"Are you saying you're going to find out who Kira is by any means necessary?"
"Yes," L responded. "This case will never be solved unless we capture Kira himself. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say that preventing more deaths is pointless, but if we don't uncover the entire truth once and for all, Kira will only appear again, and the number of victims will continue to increase, that's why I believe that it's more important to find out who Kira really is. As I've been saying, I'm opposed to arresting those seven men, and if you want to do so, you will have to take responsibility for it. I will pursue Kira on my own. We only have one month. I wonder who will succeed."
He got up and began walking away, leading Light along with him. "Ryuzaki, where are you going?" Light questioned, following the detective.
"To Amane's room. Sorry, I know you're on your father's side in all this, but I can't remove these handcuffs, I'm afraid you're gonna have to come along with me." The pair disappeared up the stairs, leaving me with the other men.
Mr. Yagami sighed and turned to me, "Where do you stand in all of this, Endo?"
"On what topic?" I replied, turning my chair from side to side. "Regarding the seven men, I agree with L wholeheartedly. We were raised the same way, afterall. Our beliefs line up, and I would very much like to see the face of the person who took away the only one I had left in this world. On the other hand, you're right about preventing these immediate deaths. Personally, I'd prefer to see all seven of them dead before they walk out of that building, but it'd be like cutting heads off a hydra. You can kill one, but two more would sprout in its place."
"I see. And about independent investigations?"
"I followed this case long before L recruited me, I'm content with continuing as I have been. L's stopped asking my opinion. I'm not quite sure what that means for the two of us yet. I suspect L's upset with me, and I can't work with a man who's too upset with me to take me seriously." I rose from my seat, intending to follow L and Light to Misa's room, but as I crossed the room, Mr. Yagami spoke again.
"One more thing, Endo," he said. "My son, he says he loves you. I know it's not pertinent to the investigation, but…"
"People like me," I cut him off quietly, yet loud enough for him to hear, "aren't meant to love, Mr. Yagami." With that said, I ascended the stairs. What was love in the game of life and death? A deterrent, perhaps, buying more time to live, or a motive to condemn another being. What did it matter? Was it nihilism if one existed outside of humanity?
People like me aren't meant to love, I repeated the phrase in my mind. No, we weren't. A shinigami in love is doomed to termination. A human who loves loses sense. A hybrid, a shinigami born to a human… why would such a creature ever want to love?
A/N... E's gonna have a more dynamic role in this arc! I'm so excited! The relationships between E and L and Light will definitely be explored more in the upcoming chapters, too.
I'd like to give a super big thank you to everyone who has favorited, followed, and reviewed this story because Seeing Reality has made it to the first two pages for L/OC stories! I'm super grateful to all of my readers, you guys are the best.
I've gotten some questions about how I feel about the U.S. live action remake of Death Note, and, honestly, I don't understand why an anime needs to be Americanized. There's a Japanese live action, and if they wanted one in English, they could've cast Asian-American or Asian-Canadian 's not to say that it won't be good, having many talented actors cast, but I'm a proponent for ethnic diversity and cultural recognition on screen, especially in this Death Note because this would have been such an amazing opportunity for Asian actors.
I certainly don't mean to upset any readers who are excited for the American release. We're all fans here from different nations who live with different social injustices based on where we're from. I could look up the statistics about screen time allotted to actors of different backgrounds, but I won't start an essay on this topic because FF isn't about that.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, happy reading!
