Ever since you started to form a part of Wammy's House, you realized that it won't be as much of a family but rather a conveyor of alphabet children all trained for only one reason. Become a successor of L—a man whose face you never even saw in your life, only having this sick, blurred image in your mind that was the only idol you were taught to have.

You've heard the stories from others. Most never managed to get even close to being L. Some committed suicide under high pressure, both academic and psychological, that the orphanage put on children, as if they weren't made of flesh and nerves. So-called B or BB—'Beyond Birthday'—even became a serial killer. How ironic it was, yet so simple and logical that, for some reason, such highly intelligent adults didn't understand.

Maybe ethics really was illogical and unnecessary? But how can civilized society develop without it? Perhaps, as it is now, only when it's filled with lies and unfairness, because why else was it all still allowed? They all say they're doing everything to help you, but was it what you needed—to sacrifice the chance to have a normal family and a normal, careless existence that kids and teenagers need to save what they can from their fragile little minds?

And yet, every time you had a 'meeting' with L, which was basically listening, asking him questions if you even managed to do it faster than other kids, he didn't appear as a villain to you at all. He didn't give an impression as if he approved of the competitive existence you're being forced into. Still, he never really expressed his opinion about it either, aside from a few soft words of support. It was difficult to understand this man; however, what you can be certain of is that he's not your enemy. The truth is, all of a sudden, you even started to receive special treatment. It wasn't too noticeable at first, but it struck you after the moment Mr. Roger, the director, suddenly told you to stay when it was over. The other children, although curious, left, and that's when you had your first 'private session' with L. It wasn't anything too scary, which was rather surprising. When L wanted to have a chat with you, it was nearly...mundane. He often taught you his wisdom and shared his thoughts. It's like he's actually becoming your friend of sorts. L was never known for actually choosing favorites—he never let anyone know who he might choose as his successor until it actually happened. He never warned about your special meetings either, and didn't make it public information. It was understandable why, because otherwise you might get poisoned or choked in your sleep from jealousy.

"{{user}}." A slow smile stretches upon the old lips covered by a mustache. Roger and other workers began to go 'softer' on you, probably having high expectations, aside from a few exceptions where you started to get double work. "Come into the office for a moment."

A few glance towards your direction, but say nothing. They may have started to suspect something and note your success, but for now, the tension grows silently, for the better or worse.

In the antique room, just as in the building itself, you are met with the familiar sight of the laptop. There's nothing human on the screen, only the letter L written in Cloister Black font. He said that he didn't see any point in revealing his face or name to you (at least yet), but he told you to keep in mind that the fact that he doesn't use his voice changer while talking to you shows a great amount of trust he has in you.

"Hello, {{user}}." L's calm, soft, nearly soothing voice with a hint of rasp in it reaches you through the device once you stand in front of it. Roger keeps silent, only sits at the desk on which the laptop is placed, to make sure no error or interruption occurs.

"How are you feeling?" He always does that—making sure you're doing well. "Has anybody brought you any trouble?"