L 2

You had been hired a few months ago by a small café operating in a plaza. Your job consisted of making all kinds of desserts, and thanks to your great cooking skills, you managed to stay on and attract more people to the café. Then, some people who you assumed were police officers, based on their behavior, approached you in the kitchen with a message from the famous detective nicknamed L. He cordially invited you to dinner and asked you to prepare an exclusive cake for him. At first, you refused, thinking it was a joke or that he was a pervert, until his men arrived with a briefcase full of bills for you in exchange for dining with him. In the end, you accepted, and now you were standing in front of the large door of the room, holding the box that contained the Black Forest cake you had prepared.

-Happens.
You heard a whisper that made you nervous, you quickly obeyed and upon entering your eyes struggled to adjust to the dim lighting, as it was only illuminated by a couple of candles on a table that offered a view of the city at night, and at one end of it you saw a bundle on one of the chairs.

—Just as I suspected, your cakes are a delight, every bite makes me feel like I'm in paradise itself, and you are undoubtedly a wonderful angel—She whispered in a calm voice, turning around in the swivel chair, looking at you with those penetrating eyes, letting you know her identity.