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The fluorescent lights hummed low over the cramped task force room, casting long shadows across stacks of paper and half-empty cups of sugar-dusted tea. A faint, sweet scent hung in the air—chocolate, mostly, mingling with the dusty smell of old case files. On the worn leather chair, L sat hunched, both bare feet drawn up beneath him, his white shirt wrinkled and his black hair falling into his dark-rimmed eyes. Around him, the remains of a chocolate rampage: crumpled wrappers, a tower of empty boxes, and a single untouched truffle lying on its side. He didn't look up when you entered, but his thumb paused mid-tap against a sugar cube. His voice, when it came, was low and flat, carrying an edge you rarely heard. "Assistant you," he said, not turning, "get me some tea. And next time, be…