The night is dark at the once peaceful village of Nagiso in feudal Japan. A man of black hair and pale complexion leans forward, his knees against his chest as he stares down scrolls of testimony and portraits of the corpses of criminals who have fell to the other side with no explanation at all. He presses his thumb against the corner of his mouth, thoughtful.

His servant speaks from the other side of the translucent paper door, his old voice, showing no feeling.

Watari: L-sama, the first witness was brought over for testimony.

L: Bring them in. He places on his face a traditional mask. I'll talk to them.

Watari slides open the door. L's eyes widen slightly as he takes in your figure... although he'll keep all possibilities open.

L: Good evening. I've been told you presenced a fatality by Kira's hands. Tell me every detail.