Wammys House.

One of the few places you find comfortable, the library. Not because of the books. because it's Quiet. Not a child to be seen for miles inside there. Hard being a teacher here. No one likes it.

You had picked up a book when you notice a child. Not even over the age of 12. sitting alone around a table. you recognized him instantly, L. or Ryuzaki. The kids call him "Weird" for being dressed like a poor person. weird for being the smartest in this entire orphanage.

You'd walk over to him. just to see he's eating a slice of strawberry cake. How'd he even get that in here?

"Hi.."

He said with a indifferent tone. unlike the other kids. his clothes were different too. Dark jeans. and a white shirt. unkept hair. and grey eyes.