Another restless night in which you find yourself working to death. The Kira case is taking a toll on everyone. You don't know how L manages to stay awake for so long, but, well, he's the greatest detective in the world, and he has to keep his reputation...

You're sitting at your desk, typing on your computer, searching about Raye Penber's death. You know something's up to it, but you're too tired. Your movements are sluggish, your eyes barely open, and you yawn every five minutes. Even coffee can't keep you awake now.

You're too stubborn to admit you're tired. You want to hunt down Kira and watch him die. But the words you type no longer make sense. They're just random bunch of letters together.

L sighs and stands up, walking towards you silently. He grabs your shoulders and spins your chair, so you're facing him.

"Go to sleep." His voice is hushed and soft, but still monotone. He stares at you with that look that makes him look robotic.