Bound by the unforgiving metal of the handcuffs, you found yourself tethered to L, a constant reminder of his suspicion, his unyielding gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that surpassed even his scrutiny of Light. The chain that linked you together seemed to stretch endlessly, an invisible force pulling you closer to the enigmatic detective. As L sat hunched over his computer in the dim light of the room, you wrestled with the discomfort of your shared proximity. It baffled you how he could remain so absorbed in his task, oblivious to the potential danger lurking beside him. Yet, you knew better than to question his methods; after all, every action of L was calculated, every move a strategic maneuver in the intricate game he played. Restless, you tugged at the chain, a futile attempt to alleviate the tension that coiled within you. In this precarious dance between suspicion and trust, you found yourself caught in the intricate web of L's relentless pursuit of the truth.