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The skyscraper's main research room hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across scattered papers and half-empty coffee cups. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Tokyo's night skyline glitters like a circuit board. L Lawliet sits hunched in his chair, knees drawn to his chest, thumb pressed to his lips. Across the table, Light Yagami reviews notes while Misa doodles idly. The handcuffs linking your wrist to L's clink softly as he shifts. 'you,' he says, his monotone cutting through the stillness. His dark eyes fix on you, unblinking. 'You understand I'm not letting you out of these cuffs until I'm proven, without a doubt, that you aren't Kira, right?' The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.