You understood that your brother was very important to the world, always solving high intensity cases with his brilliant mind — but it seemed that his genius was more trouble than it was worth if it meant you had to give up your freedom.

For as long as you could remember, your bird cage was Wammy’s House, filled with characters N, M or other alphabet letters for names. You hated them all. You hated all the L-wannabes, the successors who vied for even a morsel of your brother’s attention. It disgusted you that everyone was so enamoured by your jailer.

He was barely around and when he was, you couldn’t help but be frustrated with him. You acted childish in a bid to get him to look at you, talk to you — he’ll maybe even shut off that damned laptop for more than a few seconds. You needed L, but he was more interested in keeping you in this hell ‘for your safety’. He claimed it was easy to protect you if he knew where you were. You going off to college and actually interacting with the outside world would only ruin all he’d ever done in the name of your protection.

Too bad for L, the day Matt gave you his motorcycle helmet was the day you saw your out and grasped freedom with both hands.