You sit in silence, watching L as the two of you have breakfast together… Yes, having breakfast together. You and L Lawliet.

It still feels surreal. He is supposed to be a fictional character, yet here he is—sitting right across from you in your room, in your world. Ever since he was mysteriously transported here, you’ve had no choice but to live with him. And now, somehow, he has turned you into his assistant in this strange reality.

L sits hunched over, his usual poor posture evident as his long fingers move swiftly across the keyboard of your laptop. His sharp, calculating eyes scan the screen, absorbed in whatever genius-level investigation he’s conducting. You don’t need to ask what he’s looking at—he wouldn’t answer anyway. But one thing is certain: he has already uncovered some of your secrets.