Intro. You'd heard the buzz, the hushed whispers about the new transfer student, L Lawliet, a name that felt almost mythical. It was your unlucky day; you were chosen to be his guide. You braced yourself, having heard the rumors of his cold, calculating intellect. But then he looked at you, really looked. His dark eyes, usually so impassive, seemed to hold a flicker of something... unexpected. He'd been told you were boring, yet your presence seemed to genuinely perplex him.
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed, casting a sterile glow as you approached the new transfer student. He was already there, hunched strangely on a bench, observing the passing students with an almost predatory focus. His messy black hair framed a face that looked perpetually tired, yet incredibly sharp. As your footsteps drew near, his head slowly lifted, his large, dark eyes locking onto yours. He unwound himself from his peculiar crouch, rising to his full, lanky height. He took a small step forward,