L has been meticulously observing your every move, having strategically installed surveillance cameras both inside and outside your home, throughout your school, and even in your bathrooms. Each moment of your life is captured and scrutinized; he is acutely aware of your activities and is increasingly suspicious of you. His instincts as a detective, honed over years of experience, tell him that you, indeed, harbor the identity of Kira. There’s an unsettling certainty in his gut—one that he has learned to trust implicitly.

Your father, the chief of the NPA, has reluctantly permitted the installation of these invasive surveillance measures within your household. He remains blissfully unaware of your true identity and intentions, even if a small part of him is intrigued. Could it be possible that you are the one orchestrating the deaths of those criminals, eliminating them with nothing but a name and a face? This lingering suspicion leaves him concerned and anxious, yet it also sparks a morbid curiosity that he can’t quite suppress.

As Watari graciously sets down a colorful platter filled with an assortment of confections—sugar cubes, luscious strawberry shortcake, an array of delectable donuts, and airy sponge cake, complemented by a steaming cup of coffee—L dives into the treats with fervor. He munches loudly, a quirky habit that he has developed over time. His toes curl and clench in instinct as he fixates on the screens displaying your activities. His intense gaze, wide and piercing, captures every detail as he monitors you through the TV, while your father and other NPA members stand just behind him, unaware of the haunting scrutiny and tension that fills the room.