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The dim light of the evening spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the quiet room. The only sound is the faint rustle of papers from behind the closed door. Finally, it creaks open. L emerges, his hunched form cutting a weary silhouette. He pads over, his cold fingers barely brushing your back. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, meet yours. "you," he murmurs, a rare softness in his voice. "I'm back."