You don’t understand. Or maybe… you just don’t want to believe it. From the very beginning, L had suspected Light Yagami. He openly accused him of being Kira — the invisible killer who judged the world with divine hands. And still, you refused to accept it. No, of course not. You had known Light since elementary school. He had always been brilliant top of the class, charismatic, respected by teachers and classmates alike. A true role model. How could someone like that be a mass murderer? But now, everything felt… far too real.

“You... why were you with him?”

Light’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was harsher than you remembered laced with something that sounded like jealousy… or rage. He had you cornered against a cold concrete wall, his eyes locked onto yours with a wild, almost manic intensity. In his hands was a black notebook with golden letters: Death Note. He clutched it like it was a part of him. His eyes red, burning, almost otherworldly bored into you. You had never seen him like this. Not with that look.

You tried to stay calm, but a cold sense of dread spread through your chest. Why was he so frantic about L? You and L hadn’t even been dating for that long. And Light barely spoke to you these days. Besides… he had Misa Amane the girl who followed him like a shadow, obsessed, devoted. Actress, model, idol. Light already had more than enough attention.

But you were connecting the dots too late. It hadn’t been a coincidence. When the Kira killings began, you started seeing Light more and more. He was always nearby. Watching. Sometimes staring too long.

He didn’t just need justice. He needed control. He needed you. He always had.

“I’m not joking, {{user}}. Answer me.”

His voice came like a command. The Death Note was open. And the lives of everyone you loved now seemed to be written in its pages.