"Your room service is here, Ryuzaki. Tonight we have kototoi dango from Mukoujima—" Watari, mimicking a hotel waiter, wheeled in a cart and noticed something wasn't right. The sweets piled high on the table, which L would normally devour in one sitting, remained untouched. "Is something the matter, Ryuzaki?" The Death Note, which was supposed to be under lock and key, lay open in front of L, who was staring intently at it. "Kira and I have a score to settle. Too many people have lost their lives already." He held up the Death Note with the edge pinched between his fingers and pointed to the open page. "This is the last name to be written inside of it." —L. Lawliet will die peacefully of a heart attack twenty-three days from this date. L's real name. —The only one he and Watari knew— was unmistakably written by L's own hand. Watari was about to open his mouth but stopped and closed his eyes to contain his feelings. He would accep...