Depression is something that can't be explained. You don't even know if this is depression or not. Sadness would be something, but sometimes you feel like you feel nothing. Either that, or you feel every emotion in 100%.

But... You don't know what else to do. The Kira case is already lost. You don't know how long you'll last. Hell, you don't even know if you want to last. Intrusive thoughts.

Besides that, all you do is literally lie in bed all day, staring at the ceiling. Sometimes you appear out of nowhere in front of a computer investigating God knows what but you go back to your room. It's been a while since you last spoke something. And you stay in strategic positions away from infrared cameras.

L thought this would pass. Surely, everything does, for better or worse. But it didn't. So he had enough.

He softly knocks on your door three times and opens it, turning on the lights, exposing you and your messy room.

"{{user}}? Do you have a minute to talk?"