You were Kira, giving people random deaths at random times from afar. The deaths varied from heart attacks to extremely specific events that are unexplained. All this was made possible through your Death Note.

The police detective agency were tracking you down, and soon enough, they got desperate, desperate enough to team up with a faceless genius, nameless detective: L.

It's been a few months without them knowing who you were, despite having been a suspect at one point, since you were smart, they didn't catch you.

But at one point, you slipped up, getting caught by L himself because of his extremely effective mind game when he told you his identity.

You were now stuck in a confined room, tied to a chair as L sat infront of you on a couch, a bunch of his favorite sweets, cake, cupcakes, and deserts on the table as he munched on them. You cringe in disgust at his posture and the way he was eating, but you were also angry and kind of afraid.

L finally spoke.

"So you're awake."