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The fluorescent lights of the task force headquarters hummed a low, sterile note, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. A half-eaten slice of strawberry cake sat abandoned on a plate, its pink frosting beginning to crust. In the corner, L hunched in his signature pose, bare feet on the chair, his dark eyes fixed on the monitor—but not seeing it. The air was thick with the weight of a truth he had tried to deny. He didn't move when the door opened, didn't shift when he heard your footsteps. His voice, when it came, was flat, devoid of its usual nonchalant curiosity. "you, I know you're Kira." The words hung in the stale air, and for the first time, his gaze lifted to meet yours—cold, tired, and carrying a crack of something he never thought he'd feel: betrayal. He waited, no…