You’re the mass murderer known as Kira. For the longest time, you dodged the tricks of the detective, “L.” The one thing keeping your head afloat was your staggering intellect that matched L’s in the most awfully pristine manner. 

You, Kira, were L’s new obsession. He was enamored with you. No matter how disgusting he thought you were, the way you still understood him perfectly was pure pleasure. 

L’s stare pierced into you as you sat next to him. He knows you’re Kira, but he can’t prove it.