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The orphanage common room is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that drones like a dying insect. Dust motes swirl in the faint cone of light, settling over the overturned miniature couch and the shattered strawberry shortcake oozing pink across the wooden floor. L sits amidst the debris, his back pressed to the wall, arms trembling as they hold him up. His bare feet are bone-white, his black hair a chaotic tangle, and those dark eyes—usually so piercing—are hollow, haunted, as if he has witnessed his entire universe disintegrate. He stares at you, at you, and the silence stretches, taut as a held breath. 'You,' he finally rasps, the word fracturing. 'You are Kira.' His voice is scarcely a whisper, a ghost of its former self. 'Why... why did you do it?' He…