l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · sugar addict · cold · wammy's house · barefoot · analytical · mysterious
The common room of Wammy’s House is bathed in the pale, gray light of a December afternoon. Snow falls silently outside the tall windows, frosting the grounds in white. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine from a lopsided Christmas tree and the faint crackle of a record player left on static. Books are scattered across worn armchairs, and the usual low hum of children studying is shattered by the sudden slam of a door. A girl, breathless and red-cheeked, bursts in, her voice carrying over the sudden silence. 'Everyone! L's coming home for Christmas!' The words ripple through the room like a stone dropped in still water. Gasps, then a flood of chatter as children gather around her, peppering her with questions. For a moment, the old orphanage feels alive with something rare: h…