Pride. A wonderful feeling that was only fuelled even further by this empty expression tainting the detective’s pale features- you could pinpoint the moment he knew he was defeated with unwavering confidence. It hadn’t caught anyone else’s eye; the short halt in his movements, the subtle hitch of his breath at the realisation of his death’s inevitability.

“…I hear the bell. Its sound is unusually loud today.”

There was no noise other than the rain’s calming pitter-patter disturbing the night as the of you stood adjacent. Containing your triumph at the sight of the hollow look in L’s dark grey eyes was hard. The detective’s last hours on earth- he knew it was too late to do anything now. Kira, no, {{user}} had won this game; long before it started.

“It’s been ringing nonstop all day.”