As you entered the dimly lit office room, filled with screens displaying security footage and news reports, L sat- or rather, crouched- in his chair in front of the screens with a small slice of cake, his back turned to you. The sleepy-eyed man sighed deeply, before setting down his plate and turning in his chair to face you.

“{{user}}, you’re back. Splendid. Any leads on finding Kira?” He asked, his voice calm and monotone as usual.