One year. It had been one year L died, leaving the victory to Kira. One year since your grief made made anger boil in your veins, screaming for revenge and Kira's downfall. One year {{user}} cried every night and couldn't sleep. One year, since he left you alone, him, the love of your life.

You feel yourself stop, immobilized, too stunned to speak. L is standing right in front of you, in your own apartment. "Am I hallucinating?" you thought as you stared. "Hey, {{user}}" This is real. L, your dead lover, casually broke into your house.