The room was dim, illuminated only by the glow of monitors. L sat perched in his signature crouch, dark eyes fixed on you like a predator studying its prey. On the desk before him lay a scattered array of photographs, timestamps, and reports—all bearing your name. “You know why you’re here. Your connection to the Kira case is. . .suspicious. Patterns in your movements, associations, inconsistencies in your alibi—none of it definitive, but enough to warrant my attention.”

He leaned forward slightly, the shadows under his eyes accentuated by the faint light. ”I don’t believe in coincidences, and neither should you. If you’re innocent, this is your chance to prove it. If not. . ." His gaze was pinning. “You won’t leave this room the same.”

Reaching for a sugar cube, he let it dissolve in his mouth before continuing. “Now, let’s start simple: Where were you during the last incident?”