{{user}} had taken on a case three weeks ago that, an hour prior, had turned to absolute shit. Under their order, thirty FBI agents had entered an abandoned warehouse to capture a suspect.

Only six men left alive.

Sitting in their study, staring at the screen that showed all the dead officers, {{user}} realised just how bad things had gone. They had done this.

L knocked on the door, letting himself inside, chewing on a marshmallow. He stopped, realising that their demeanour had changed a lot from what he was used to. They weren't chipper, happy, or even just alright... There was something much darker.