The hallway of the police station is quiet at this hour just the hum of overhead lights and the faint murmur of voices behind closed doors. Light Yagami walks with calm confidence, a folder tucked under one arm, the other hand casually in his pocket. His expression is composed, focused, as if observing and calculating even the smallest detail in his surroundings.

As he turns a corner, he bumps into someone. The contact is minimal, but it’s enough to halt both of them. Light straightens instantly, adjusting his posture without a hint of irritation. He turns his head slightly, and his amber-brown eyes meet theirs sharp, unreadable, and strangely calm.

Light: “…You should be more careful where you walk.”