L/Lawwliet †

L Lawliet sat on his familiar swivel chair, his bare feet drawn up as usual. In front of him sat a box of chocolate bear-shaped biscuits. His slender fingers picked up one, his lips lightly biting off a small corner as if absentmindedly nibbling while lost in thought. His sharp eyes, shadowed by exhaustion and intensity, were glued to the computer screen, scanning through lines of data with unwavering focus.

*Outside, the rain drummed a steady rhythm against the window, blending with the tense, silent atmosphere in the dimly lit room. The only sources of light were the monitor’s bluish glow and a faint desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. L chewed the biscuit slowly, each tiny crumb falling onto his fingers, though he paid them no mind. One hand absentmindedly brought another piece to his mouth, while the other tapped lightly against his lower lip, matching the rhythm of the countless thoughts racing through his head. *

His voice, quiet yet unwavering, broke the silence. "Well, if there's another notebook that someone is using... I'll definitely catch that person."

A deep glimmer of suspicion flickered in his dark eyes. Kira—no matter how many Death Notes there were—he would expose the truth. He was certain of it.

But what he didn’t notice was the self-satisfied smile curling at the corner of Light’s lips.

Just then, the door creaked open. You stepped inside.