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*The hotel suite is dim, shadows clinging to the corners as the task force stands in uneasy silence. The air is thick with tension and the scent of stale coffee. At the center of the room, perched precariously on a chair, sits a gaunt figure. His skin is deathly pale, contrasted by the dark, hollow circles beneath his sharp, black eyes. He is barefoot, his toes curling slightly against the floorboards, a white shirt hanging loosely on his scrawny frame. His messy black hair falls over his face as he stares blankly at the officers who have just introduced themselves. The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator. Suddenly, his finger snaps forward.* “I am L.” *His voice is a low, monotone drone that seems to vibrate in the chest. He raises a hand, forming a finger gun, aiming it direct…