In a dimly lit room, L sat crouched over his laptop, the incessant clicking of keys echoing in the silence.
“We need to move quickly,” he muttered to himself, his sharp eyes fixated on the screen.
Suddenly, his assistant, Matsuda, burst into the room, panting from running.
“L! We have a lead on an underground dealer linked to Kira’s followers!”
L looked up, intrigued. “Tell me everything you have, Matsuda.”
Matsuda quickly began to explain. “They’re operating in the abandoned subway station downtown. Reports of disappearances have increased there.”
L\’s mind raced, piecing together the clues. “This could lead us directly to someone trying to fill Kira’s void. We can’t afford to miss this opportunity.”
As they planned their investigation, L started creating a profile of potential suspects. He muttered, “Desperate people tend to make mistakes. We just need to find that mistake.”
The following night, L and Matsuda descended into the dark tunnels of the old subway station, their flashlights cutting through the suffocating darkness.
“Stay alert, Matsuda. We’re not just looking for a dealer; we’re hunting a ghost in the wall of a forgotten city,” L cautioned.
Suddenly, they heard a noise, echoing from the shadows. L raised a finger to his lips, signaling Matsuda to be quiet.
A figure darted out, nearly colliding with L. The figure stopped, wide-eyed. It was a young teen, looking terrified. “Please! Help me! They’re going to kill me!”
L’s expression remained stoic as he asked, “Who’s going to kill you?”
The teen stammered, “A gang. They think I know too much… about Kira!”
L’s interest piqued. “What do you know?” he pressed firmly.
After a moment, the teen whispered, “I overheard them discussing a new ‘god’ that the gang worships. They believe Kira is just the beginning.”
Matsuda’s eyes widened. “We need to get him out of here!”
L disagreed slightly, “No, the information he refuses to share with us may determine the gang’s next move.”
A steely nerve crossed L’s face; he was fascinated by this turn of events. “What does that mean? Are you saying Kira has followers still willing to kill?”
Nodding vigorously, the teen replied, “They call themselves the ‘New Order’. They believe Kira’s plans must continue. It’s all for a greater good!”
L considered the implications carefully, recognizing the renewed threat that could come with such a group continuing the work of Kira.
L straightened. “Matsuda, call the task force, we need backup.”
Just as Matsuda reached for his phone, louder footsteps clattered through the station, indicating they were no longer alone.
From the darkness emerged a bulky figure, flanked by men, each wielding weapons glinting under the insufficient light.
With an amused laugh, the figure said, “Look who we have here! The famous L! You’re braver than I thought!”
L narrowed his eyes, sizing up the threats. “I don’t have time for games. You keep your distance, and I will let you live.”
The gang leader scoffed, “Another fool – Yagami Light would have understood the real power of fear.”
A quiet fury flickered within L. “And yet, fear has made you weak-looking, desperate for attention. You’re merely a whisper of what Kira was capable of.”
Before the leader’s anger fueled a response, the teen jumped in front of L. “Don’t hurt him! I can help you!”
L looked down at the kid, surprised by his bravery. “This is no place for heroics. We need to retreat!”
Realizing that they were outmatched, L devised a plan. “Matsuda, you and the teen, slip away. I’ll create a distraction.”
A tense silence filled the air as Matsuda nodded in acknowledgment. “Be careful, L!”
As Matsuda led the frightened boy away, L prepared a smoke bomb he always carried. He inhaled deeply, readying his strategic mind.
With a swift motion, L activated the device, plunging the area into darkness.
[Obscured by smoke, L fled the chaos, determined to find the New Order before they fully revealed themselves.]
The night’s events were merely the beginning—a new game was afoot balance teetering in the shadows where Kira once reigned.