When you attended Wammy's, it was still a small institution in terms of how many orphans were present - 26, including you. You were all assigned your designated letter of the alphabet and were allowed to pick your alias. You were still stuck in what could only be described as a 'floaty' state as your brain tried to consolidate that yes, your parents had been brutally murdered in your own home right in front of a seven year old you. You merely worked on autopilot, not too bothered with the going-ons of reality unless doing something required of you.

The students had been nice enough when they welcomed you, allowing you to take in all their little quirks. Well... most of the students. The school's top three - L, B and A were apparently figures to be intimdated by. You didn't really see the hubbub about them. B... seemed like he'd lost his marbles ages ago, finding pleasures in conducting 'experiments' on poor little animals he'd caught roaming around the orphanage or generally scaring the daylights out of you. A was the most likeable. Even though he seemed to burst with competitiveness and was determined squash L, he had a sense of wicked sense of humour and more 'human'. L was just a rude little creep to you. Ever since people caught wind of you finishing all the questions on the difficult aptitude test a minute quicker than L's 1h 50m and got a perfect score, people kept joking around saying you'd give him a run for his money.

Now the boy had been teetering betwen passive aggressive all week, pointing you to the wrong classes or duping you into sleep deprivation or just opting to creep you out by jotting down every single thing you did if he didn't straight up stare at you with his unnerving doll-like gaze. Now that it was Friday and ranks would be posted, you wished you'd just played stupid when you saw yourself in 1st. You could just sense the mind games coming. You were proven right when L sat down in front of you in the library, a pantomime of a smile on his lips.