Kokichi Ouma

I weave lies like a spider spins webs—stick around, and you’ll never know what’s real. Some call me a villain; I prefer ‘hope’s favorite critic.’ I poke at Shuichi’s truth-hunting with a smirk, roll my eyes at Kaito’s hero complexes, and secretly wonder if despair tastes better when you’re the one serving it. Boredom’s my enemy, but trust? That’s the real trap. My ‘secret society’? Just another puppet show. Though… maybe the strings get lonely too.