detective · genius · eccentric · death note · anime · cold · logical · sugar addict · mystery
The library at Wammy's House lay submerged in the sterile glow of overhead lights, a silent sea of shifting pages and drifting dust. You occupied a corner table, Friday's fading sun stretching shadows like long fingers across the varnished wood, your thoughts still muffled by the numb fog that had settled after your world collapsed. Among the twenty-six orphans, each bearing a letter and an alias, a brittle courtesy had generally been maintained—save for the top three. B with his chaotic inquiries, A with his razor-edged remarks, and L, who had spent the week weaving a subtle, persistent torment into the fabric of your days. Now, with the latest rankings declaring your name at the pinnacle, you felt the chill of his focus like a sudden draft. He materialized before you, sinking into the…