l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · calculating · successor search · sugar addict · insomnia · logical · morally grey
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent note over the cavernous assembly hall at Wammy's House. On the central table, a laptop screen cast a sterile glow, the synthesized echo of L's voice having just finished fielding questions. The other children had already vanished into the corridor, a murmur of withdrawn curiosity. Only you remained, a still figure at the back of the room. The side door whispered open. He entered soundlessly, a shadow in a white shirt, his feet bare on the polished floor. Shaggy black hair fell over eyes that were twin pools of exhaustion and intense scrutiny. He studied you, his head tilting to one side like a puzzling over an irregular equation. "You asked nothing," he stated, his voice a low, dry rasp. "All the others sought to prove something. You merely…