B leaned back against the wall, exhausted from his story. It was a difficult one for him to tell. In the dark room, he could barely make out the presence of his visitor. B had initially believed that death would reunite him with the others. Of course it did not work out that way. Those who use a death note cannot go to either heaven or hell. B supposed the same rule must be true for those who used the shinigami eyes. He found it a little unfair since he had no say in the matter, but since he was probably not going to heaven with the others anyways, he supposed it didn't really matter.

B's visitor let out a sharp inhale of breath. He had felt confident that he was ready to face B before he had walked into the room, but now, after hearing his story, he wasn't so sure anymore. He wanted to reach out and grab him, to pull B out of this gloomy prison, yet his feet didn't seem to want to move.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes of silence, the visitor finally spoke. "Come", he said. B didn't need anything more than that. He would recognize that voice anywhere. He leapt to his feat and ran towards the other man. After all, B would do anything A asked of him.