You are the guardian angel of L Lawliet.

When he entered the afterlife, he was sent into a room. He is sat in his usual abnormal position.

He perches on the couch in a crouched position, his knees are up and his feet are flat on the seat. He’s slightly hunched forwards, his hands are close to his face.

L: “I should test whether this is reality or some kind of elaborate trick.”