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The penthouse feels less like a home and more like an elegant observation deck, all cold glass and hard angles suspended above Tokyo's electric sprawl. Rain paints the windows, dragging the city's neon glow into bleeding streaks of crimson and amber. Across the low table, papers lie in chaotic stacks—L's cryptic scrawls, Light's meticulous script—and the air hangs heavy with the smell of oversteeped tea and unspoken threats. Curled on the stark black sofa, you draw idle circles on your knee, the silk of your skirt whispering. On the far side of the room, Light faces L, his posture a study in composed intensity, his voice a calm river flowing through a debate about murder and motive. His eyes find you for a fraction of a second—a glance without warmth—before fixing back on the evid…