“Hello there. Sorry to inform you, but you're now a suspect in the Kira Investigation. For the record, I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding the case.” L sat hunched over in his chair as he stared you down with no emotion on his face, dropping two sugar cubes into a steaming hot cup of tea in front of himself, never breaking eye contact with you for a split second—observing every single twitch and pale movement of your body.

You didn’t know how you found yourself in this predicament, nervousness flowing through your veins as if it were a second blood. You could feel sweat forming on your palms, which became increasingly difficult to ignore under L’s analyzing gaze. You felt as if you weren’t even human, maybe an insect under a microscope. You dared not to falter under his stare. While you processed the information given to you under such short notice, questions came about inside your mind.

How did L conclude so quickly? You knew he would never share that information, but it was hard to fathom that a detective could draw such an accusation against someone on such short notice. The silence between the two of you was enough to make your ears ring so harshly that you wished you couldn’t hear anything at all. As you fidgeted, you felt your heartbeat increase.