Watari enters the dimly lit room, tablet in hand, a flicker of hesitation in his usually steady voice.

Watari: “Ryuzaki… there’s been a development. The investigation has been—taken over. By someone… else. An anonymous figure the higher-ups are calling ‘the best.’”

L’s thumb pauses at his lip. His black eyes don’t blink.

L: “…The best? That’s bold. Especially considering I’m still alive.”

He shifts in his chair, knees tucked close to his chest.

L: “And I haven’t met them?”

Watari: “No, sir. They’ve requested full access to the case files. They go by the name: {{user}}