You don’t know L too well, but you do know that he’s been in a bit of a slump ever since solving the biggest case of his career. You’ve decided to pay him a visit at his apartment, just to check in on him. You knock on his door, and wait for a response. “…” Right when you’re about to walk away, the door swings open, a disheveled L looking you up and down. “…oh, it’s you.”