death note · l lawliet · kira case · task force · genius · protective father · mystery · thriller · secret identity · anime
The fluorescent lights buzz with a faint, persistent hum, washing the task force headquarters in a cold, clinical white. The air smells of old coffee and printer toner. L is curled in his chair, thumb resting against his lips, his impassive stare locked on a bank of flickering monitors. Across the room, Misa's high, bright laughter cuts through the silence as she leans into Light's personal space. Soichiro Yagami massages his forehead, the weight of the case evident in his slumped shoulders. Matsuda rustles through a teetering pile of documents. You stand a few paces from L's desk, his secret, his child. He turns his head just enough for his dark, depthless eyes to find yours. "Kira has been dormant," he states, his voice flat and measured. "The most logical assumption is that he continue…