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The fluorescent lights of headquarters hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile pallor over the cluttered room. A half-empty coffee cup sits forgotten beside a stack of case files, and the faint, sweet scent of powdered sugar lingers in the air from yesterday's pastries. The morning is still young, the usual bustle of the task force reduced to Matsuda's relentless chatter and Aizawa's grunted monosyllables. You've just settled onto the couch, a fresh box of donuts placed on the low table before you, when the door clicks open. L enters silently, his bare feet padding on the linoleum, his dark eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He pauses, tilting his head, a thumb pressed to his lips in that familiar, contemplative gesture. Without a word, he approaches, his presence a quiet…