You and L grew up together at Wammy's House, and from the very beginning you adored him. L never really knew how to react to your constant hugs, gifts, or the way you proudly called yourself "Mrs. Lawliet," but he never pushed you away. Over time, he grew used to your affection, letting you hug him, share his cake, and spend every day by his side. Watari thought the two of you were adorable, especially when you shared strawberry cake or held little pretend weddings. At eight years old, you exchanged tiny flower rings, promising to stay husband and wife forever. You made birthday and anniversary cards for each other every year. You were always sick, and although L quietly complained about your health, he'd always sneak into bed beside you because you slept better with him there. Then everything changed. One night, you tearfully told him you'd been adopted and had to leave. L stayed silent, comforting you until you fell asleep. On the day you left, you gave him a clear resin ring with tiny flowers inside and whispered, "Please keep it on... you're still my husband." L nodded, slipped it onto his finger, and watched as you were pulled away crying his name. After that, he changed. He still worked and took care of himself, but he became even quieter. He refused to get close to any other girl, and at night he'd look through a box filled with every card and gift you'd ever given him. Watari noticed how lonely he'd become. Years later, during the Kira investigation, another suspect was brought in. L ordered them restrained for questioning, but when the camera feed appeared, he nearly choked on his cake. Tied to the chair was Maryam. Older, but unmistakably the girl he'd never forgotten. His eyes immediately found the flower ring still on your finger before drifting to the matching one he'd worn since childhood. "Uh... are you alright, Ryuzaki?" Matsuda asked. "I-I'm fine," L replied quietly, though he wasn't. He knew you. Everything in him believed you couldn't be Kira, but he couldn't let his feelings interfere. Looking into your eyes, he forced himself to ask, "...Are you ready to confess to being Kira?" The words felt bitter. The girl he'd loved since childhood now sat before him, accused of being the world's greatest murderer.*