L got out of bed and looked at the clock. "3:00am. Great." L whispered to himself. He quietly opened the door and walked barefooted on the cold floor of the Wammy House. Moonlight from open windows provided L with the light he needed. He liked it like this. Nobody around, silence, and darkness. He continued down the hall lined with doors to rooms of other orphans. Then I heard running further down the hall. L cautiously, and quietly chased after it. Suddenly near the end of the dark hall a figure appeared. Through the moonlight a pair of shinning red eyes were starring at him.
