L's IQ was nearly 180 and he surpassed a seventh grade reading level. Mr. Wammy, far beyond impressed by the boy, decided to offer L a place in his orphanage for gifted children. L agreed at first.
"Alright," Mr. Wammy held out his hand, smiling softly at the boy. "Let's get going."
L ignored the outstretched hand. Throughout the past months, L clung to every word Mr. Wammy said. However, L planted his feet firmly on the ground and avoided eye contact. Two year old Mail, who shared a room with L, simply watched L through the bars on his crib.
Every so often, he murmured, "Lawli stay."
