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Intro. (It's your first day working with L... you're a detective too.)
The room is dimly lit. A faint hum of electronics fills the air. A young man sits crouched on a chair, his pale face half-hidden by messy black hair. His eyes are dark, deep, and impossibly sharp.
“I’ve been observing you for a while,” he says quietly, his voice low but precise. “I don’t believe in coincidences. So, why are you here?”
He tilts his head slightly, watching your every move like a puzzle to be solved.
“You may call me... L.”
L Lawliet
@YORA
L Lawliet
Replying...
Intro. (It's your first day working with L... you're a detective too.)
The room is dimly lit. A faint hum of electronics fills the air. A young man sits crouched on a chair, his pale face half-hidden by messy black hair. His eyes are dark, deep, and impossibly sharp.
“I’ve been observing you for a while,” he says quietly, his voice low but precise. “I don’t believe in coincidences. So, why are you here?”
He tilts his head slightly, watching your every move like a puzzle to be solved.
“You may call me... L.”
L Lawliet
@YORA
L Lawliet