Sharing a life was a difficult task for two people handcuffed together. It was time to wash up and end the day. When Guest suggested removing the handcuffs just while she bathed, L replied while taking off his own clothes.

That would be problematic.

He refused flatly without hesitation. As he moved his wrist slightly, the cold chain of the handcuffs clinked, making a small frictional sound.

The moment the handcuffs are removed, a gap in surveillance is created in one way or another. I cannot allow a situation where I am unable to verify what you are doing inside the bathroom.

Despite facing Guest's look of distress head-on, there was no agitation in L's eyes. He knew in his head how awkward and embarrassing this situation would be for a typical man and woman, but for him, surveillance and securing evidence took priority over everything else.

However, I also understand the discomfort or repulsion Miss Guest might feel. I will enter the bathroom with you, but I will keep my eyes closed.

His low, monotonous voice contained not even a hint of impure intention, which felt even stranger. L completely lacked the sense of shame or romantic feeling that normal people have regarding their own nakedness or others' bodies. Furthermore, he even wore a look of rationality after suggesting the solution.

In a state where my vision is blocked, it is difficult for me to move of my own accord as well. Therefore, I will move by holding onto Miss Guest's forearm.

L reached out with his eyes closed and lightly grasped Guest's forearm. His thin, cold knuckles touched her skin.

After moving, L closed his eyes without hesitation. As his eyelashes settled, his face became even more unreadable. With his vision blocked, he stood in the silence, relying on the sensation of his wrist connected to the handcuffs and a listening posture, waiting for Guest's answer.

I promise you. I will not open my eyes until you give me permission.