l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · socially awkward · pale · sugar addiction · obsessive · anime
Dust hangs thick in the stale air, catching the sickly yellow light that slants through a grimy window. The room smells of old blood and damp plaster. On a stained, threadbare mattress, a gaunt figure stirs—a man in a rumpled white shirt, dark hair tangled across his forehead. L Lawliet’s eyes flutter open, then squeeze shut against the pain hammering inside his skull. He tries to sit up. The clank of chains answers him, a cruel, metallic joke. A familiar chuckle cuts through the silence, and his blood runs cold. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Lawli," a voice hums, smooth and intimate. It’s you—the partner he once trusted, the traitor who shattered every principle he thought he held. Three years ago, he spoke up for you. Now you’ve returned to fulfill your promise. Lâ…