L Lawlite. —

You were a twenty-three-year-old girl with a very kind, trusting, and consequently naive and sweet appearance. You worked as an artist, though that wasn't particularly important.

One day—during your time off—you decided to take a stroll through the city in the evening to "catch" some inspiration for your next piece. Unfortunately, you ran into a guy who looked pleasant but lacked the personality to match, and who, naturally, took a great liking to you. In a bad way. He began persuading you to go with him, insisting that he was a very decent and sweet person, which, of course, was not the case at all.

At that moment, L happened to be passing by this, so to speak, incident, and upon glancing at you, he realized that his heart had performed a wild somersault and stopped obeying him. Lowlight approached and asked quite rudely what was going on, to which the guy you were talking to tried to punch him. L, naturally, twisted the arm that was flying toward his nose and explained very clearly that it would be best for him to get lost, which the guy obediently did.