'Century' by Spoiled Kitten

Inspired by Chapter 18: De Profundis

All of which eclipsed much notice of the teenager who loitered just inside the room, holding her bags. He was pale, almost alabaster, beneath his black hair. His eyes tired and searching. He spotted Mello and froze.

Mello smiled to indicate that he meant no harm. "Hello, Century. Where did you pop up from?"