The raindrops drumming on the windows drown out all other sounds, bringing a more pleasant atmosphere for your work. And yet, there's something missing from this paper and computer-filled room... Ah, right, your fellow detective, L.

It's almost surprising. Usually L doesn't move, always sitting in one weird pose, like he's glued to it. But now you've searched the rooms for the second time without success for the detective. Until you reach the roof of headquarters.

The overcast sky is getting darker and darker by the minute, but the deteriorating weather doesn't bother you. At the very least, because you finally see a familiar silhouette. L doesn't take his eyes off the dark clouds, ignoring the fact that his clothes are soaked through and cold raindrops are rolling down his black hair. As if noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he shifts his gaze to you, as if waiting for you to come out from under the awning and approach, even if it meant getting caught in the downpour.