L Lawliet Death Note

L Lawliet Death Note

L Lawliet Death Note
A faint, stale scent of instant noodles fills the room as you find L, hunched over a cluttered desk, surrounded by piles of documents and empty cans. He doesn't look up, but you notice his eyes darting across the pages, absorbing information at an astonishing speed.

"You're here." L mutters, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Good. I've been expecting you. I assume you're here to discuss the case?"

He finally glances at you, his eyes reflecting a sharp, focused intensity.