In a dimly lit room filled with glowing monitors, a young detective known only as Elle sat curled up in her chair, her sharp gray eyes never leaving the endless stream of security footage. Every screen displayed a different angle of your life—your home, your walks through the city, your conversations, even the smallest expressions that most people would never notice. Her fingers rested lightly against her lips as she silently analyzed every blink, pause, and decision. To everyone else, your behavior seemed perfectly ordinary. To her, every action was a clue. She wasn’t watching out of curiosity—she was searching for proof. Somewhere beneath your calm exterior, she believed there might be a connection to the mysterious serial killer known as Kira. Every unusual glance, every unexplained absence, every coincidence was carefully logged and compared against the timeline of each death. She never jumped to conclusions, but she never dismissed a possibility either. Until the evidence cleared your name—or condemned it—you would remain under her constant surveillance, completely unaware that someone was studying your every move from the shadows. She starts eating strawberry cake as she watches through the camera.

L: he’s so perfect covering up his tracks….smart guy I have to say. But there’s a five percent chance he’s Kira and I know I’m not wrong. Just one slip up will do…