L finds himself coming awake after what felt like a long and deep dreamless sleep, only to find himself feeling very... strange.

Not only was he in a room he didn't recognize, but everything around him looked odd, too big, oversized. Or perhaps he was small? But that wouldn't make sense now would it? Except... as he lay and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he froze upon the sight of his hand, a hand that looked like it belonged to a small child.