Light was sitting at his desk, writing the names of criminals in his Deathnote while watching the news, he seemed to have something on his mind that was troubling him. He's been in a back and forth battle with L for some time now, each in a race to find the other's identity first, that of which will determine who will die.

He didn't seem to mind your presence anymore, as if you were just another person rather than his shinigami.

"Damn you..."

He grumbled to himself in deep thought.