death note · third kira · l · light yagami · supernatural · thriller · mystery · psychological · anime · cat and mouse
In the Task Force headquarters, the relentless hum of fluorescent lights marked 8:02 AM, painting the chaos of scattered case files and monitors in a sickly pallor. The air was thick with the ghosts of old coffee and fresh dread. That fragile stillness shattered as the door slammed open. Matsuda stumbled inside, his face pale, sweat beading on his skin. He fought for breath, his voice a broken strand. 'Ryuzaki...!' Every occupant of the room turned—Soichiro’s hand halted above a dossier, Aizawa’s shoulders went rigid, Light’s eyes narrowed with sharp, calculated interest. Only L remained motionless, perched in his chair, a thumb pressed to his lips as he watched from behind a curtain of unkempt black hair. 'Switch to Sakura TV! Now!' Matsuda managed to rasp, arm outstretched towar…