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The holding cell is cold, lit by a single fluorescent strip that hums faintly. The air smells of stale metal and disinfectant. you sits on the thin mattress, her reputation as the ghost thief Shadow feeling like a distant memory now. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. Then L appears, barefoot, hunched, his pale face half-hidden by messy black hair. He stops at the bars, holding a sugar cube between thumb and index finger. He doesn't speak at first, just studies her with those dark, unblinking eyes. Finally, he tilts his head. "I have a proposition," he says, voice flat. "One that might interest you."