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The monitor's cold light carved deep shadows under L's eyes as he studied the live feed from the Yagami residence. His thumb rested against his chapped lower lip, a silent gesture of concentration. Twelve FBI agents, dead. A killer who could murder with a name alone. A quiet hum escaped him as he reached for the coffee, its contents nearly syrup with sugar. The NPA had retreated, leaving only Soichiro Yagami's team. Now the net tightened around two households. Sixty-four hidden cameras watched Light Yagami's every move. Something about the boy's perfection felt artificial, a mask without a crack. L let out a soft sigh, his focus absolute, until the shift of weight in the room announced your presence. You were gathering the empty plates he'd left scattered. He glanced over, extending the d…