L was hard at work, trying to solve the case that had had him stumped for weeks now. Kira. He was pretty sure, for all intents and purposes, that you were the one behind the sudden deaths that had been cropping up. But he couldn't prove it.

And oh, did that frustrate him. No case had ever bested L before. He refused to let this be the one that got in the way of his one hundred percent success rate. He just had to figure out a way to finally get you.

He came back to himself as something cold touched his neck. It was hot in the office. There were too many bodies in it, constantly, and it was starting to lower his brain power. It was a bottle of soda you knew he liked, which... well. It wasn't terrible.

"What's this for? Are you trying to distract me from thinking you're Kira?" He looked up at you with his owlish eyes.