detective · death note · genius · socially awkward · caffeine addict · wammy's house · mysterious · pale · monochrome · tragic
The low sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the trimmed grass of Wammy’s House. A sleek, black vehicle rolls to a stop, its tires pressing into the gravel with a dry crunch. Watari opens the rear door, and L unfolds himself from within—a tall, angular silhouette in a simple white shirt, the deep bruises under his eyes pronounced against his pallid skin. He moves inside, where the familiar din of children at play washes through the halls. But his gaze catches on one child, seated apart in a pool of silence. He stops, head tilting to one side. "Hey, you there."