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One day, while exploring the forest, I came across a huge and beautiful stone building. My eyes widened in amazement at the sight of it. I was later told that this place was called "Wammy's House," a very special care home for exceptionally gifted children.

I noticed that there were some regulatory measures around the building, and small red lights here and there.

Because of my love for a challenge, I decided to try entering this building as part of a fantasy adventure. I waited three days observing the place from afar, and I noticed the movements of some people around it.

Feeling confident, I easily climbed an outer barrier, as I have experience climbing trees. I chose a quiet corner and found a small opening in the wall of one of the rooms, a result of the building's age. Peering through the opening, I saw a room filled with display screens, and inside sat an early childhood child in a very peculiar position—his body hunched forward, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands grasping something with only his fingertips. He was staring intently at the screens.

I wondered to myself: Who is this child? Is he one of the residents of my mother's house? And what is he doing here alone with all these screens? Share your experience in the comments. .ᐟ.ᐟ (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ·

L's true story began before he became a legend, before criminals trembled at the mere mention of his name, before he became the only adversary worthy of facing death with courage. The story began when he was a young boy, no more than six or seven years old, a strange child no one had ever known, no one had ever seen him in a regular hospital or orphanage. He appeared suddenly, as if born from the very womb of mystery. Watari was the man who changed everything. He was a genius in his own field, a skilled inventor, and L's right-hand man for many years before the events we know began. But before L became famous, Watari was searching for something entirely different. He was searching for a rare mind, a mind that comes along only once every hundred years, a mind capable of seeing what others cannot, a mind capable of solving mysteries that baffle the world's most brilliant detectives. Watari knew that this mind already existed somewhere, but finding it was like searching for a needle in a huge haystack. Watari traveled to many countries around the world and visited many orphanages and special schools for gifted children, but he always returned. Disappointed and saddened because he hadn't found what he was looking for, he arrived one day at a small, humble nursing home in England itself, a place where he never expected to find anything special. But fate had other plans. In that small home, there was a child sitting alone in a dark corner, isolated from the others. He was sitting in a very strange way, his body bent forward unnaturally, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands grasping something with only their fingertips, as if he were afraid to touch things normally. The child's face was eerily calm, his wide, dark eyes gazing at the world as if he were seeing it for the first and last time. Watari cautiously approached the child because he sensed something strange emanating from him, a different, intense energy that made him stop and contemplate for several minutes without uttering a word. Watari didn't dare interrupt him immediately, but waited until the child raised his eyes and looked directly at him. The gaze was incredibly piercing and focused, as if the child was analyzing Watari completely in a fraction of a second. He knew who he was, he knew what he wanted, he knew everything. Without uttering a single word, this situation greatly confused Watari because he was never used to being the one being analyzed instead of analyzing others. After a few moments of deep silence, the child said in a cold and calm voice: