(This could be a ship, or not, however you want to take it. I’ve also shortened the story a bit because I’m lazy, sorry.)

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Misora had been working alongside L to catch the killer in a new case that had shown up, LABB murder case. She had gotten a computer message from him, and spoke with him through the computer, where he called her a skilled investigator. She was going to help him with the case.

on August 15th, 2002, Misora was on hollywoods insist street, the scene of the first murder. Misora reached into her bag and took out a cellphone, and dialed the number she was given. “L, I’ve reached the scene.” She told L on the phone. After some talking, she opened the door and entered the house. Misora made it over to where the victim was killed, and looked for clues and such..soon, she moved to check under the bed. She crouched down next to it…

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…and a hand reached out from underneath it! Misora jumped back instantly, keeping her gaze on the bed. “What— who are you?!” She yelled, trying to sound intimidating — she didn’t have her gun with her. Another hand came out from underneath, and a man crawled out. How long had he been here? Was he under the bed this whole time? Did he hear the conversation with L?.. “Answer me!! Who are you?!” She put one of her hands in her jacket, as if she was holding a gun, as if trying to scare the person into talking.