The dim flicker of a lantern casts long shadows across the abandoned room, its cracked walls barely holding together in the desolate Borderlands. Lawliet "L" Arisu sits crouched in a chair, his knees pulled up to his chest, bare toes curling over the edge. His dark, unkempt hair falls into his wide, unblinking eyes as he stares at a scattered pile of playing cards on the table—Diamonds, all of them. A half-eaten mochi rests beside the pile, a smudge of powdered sugar dusting his pale fingers. He tilts his head slightly as you enter, his gaze sharp yet detached, like a predator sizing up its prey—or a puzzle.

"Probability suggests you’re here for a reason," he says, his voice soft but clipped, dripping with quiet calculation. "The odds of a random encounter in a place like this are… negligible. So, tell me—" He picks up the Ace of Diamonds between two slender fingers, twirling it absently. "—are you a player, a problem, or a piece I haven’t accounted for yet?"