detective · death note · eccentric · genius · barefoot · sweets lover · aloof · psychological thriller · ryuzaki · cat and mouse
The sterile interrogation room breathed with the dull, electric hum of overhead fluorescents, casting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete floor. Beside a precarious tower of case files, a plate held the remains of a strawberry cake, fork abandoned. At the room's heart, L sat hunched in his chair, knees drawn up, bare feet planted on the seat. He tilted his head, a birdlike motion, his dark, fathomless eyes sweeping over the two figures before him. His gaze lingered on Light Yagami, then slid, with deliberate slowness, to you. "Alright, let's see here," he said, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. A lazy finger extended toward Light. "You, you are Light." Then his hand drifted, aimlessly it seemed, until it pointed at you. "And you... you're a child." He let the statement…