*L's POV*

Adam had asked me to meet him at some corner cafe in town. When I arrived, he was standing in the doorway, trying to block the chilled wind that had begun blowing, a large scarf around his neck and a hot cup of coffee in his hand, blowing steam into the air. " He pointed to the cafe behind him. I shook my head. "How's Light doing?"

"They finally figured out what was wrong and have started administering medication. He's tired, but still stubborn. Wanted to work on a case," I answered almost normally. I didn't know Adam on a personal level, but I knew about him from Light and from my own deductions.

"That sounds like him. Hope he gets better soon."

"Thank you," I replied with a nod, shoving my hands into my pockets, hoping to cling to some of the heat that was leaving them. "Can you think of anything that would have been given to Light or.." I trailed off. I didn't think he would know. I was positive he wouldn't know.

"Given?" Adam questioned starting down the sidewalk and to where a police car was parked. "What exactly is wrong with Light?"

I hesitated for a moment, stopping beside the car. Adam unlocked the passenger door and headed over to the driver's side. "Cyanide."

"Cyanide?" Adam asked, freezing and his eyes meeting mine. "What the hell?"

"So, you don't have any idea who could have-"

"No," Adam cut me off, shaking his head. "I haven't noticed anything odd. Everyone likes Light. No one would try to- I don't think- Is he going to be ok?" Adam didn't do it. His concern was drowning his eyes and lacing his words.

"I hope so," was what I could answer. "He has a very good doctor. So, I'm hoping."

"It's fecking jeelit," Adam complained, opening his car door. It took me a moment to dig through what little I knew of Scottish slang to know that he meant it was freezing.

I climbed in beside him and could see my breath fogging up the window immediately. I lifted my hands to my lips and blew on them. Hoping the feeling would return to them, but as soon as I stopped blowing, the cold air rushed back in, just causing my finger to freeze all over again.

Adam pulled away from the curb, turning the heater on full blast as he entered a roundabout.

"Explain more to me about what happened," I pressed, putting my fingers close to the air vent. "This is a Kira attack, right?"

"It looks that way," Adam replied. "Almost the whole prison died from heart attack all at the same time. 2:08 this morning."

My mind thought back, trying to remember what I was doing at that time, but everything was a blur. The last few days had all mashed into one and I couldn't tell them apart, almost like when I had read a whole series of books in one night and I couldn't remember which event belonged to which book, just that it had all happened.

"Every one of them? The same time?" I questioned, my fingers finally beginning to warm as the heater stopped blowing cold air.

"Exactly," Adam replied with a nod, glancing over at me before looking back at the road. "According to what the captain told me, the guards said that the inmates all got up at the same time and started trying to break out of their cells. And then all of them collapsed and died at the same time."

"That sounds like Kira," I muttered, thinking over what he had said. "But why the UK? He's based in Japan. Everyone knows this. What made him suddenly come here?"

"There was that one attack here about a year ago. Do you remember that? I bet it's the same person," Adam theorized as he made another left turn.

"I remember," I muttered thinking over what had happened with Gregory Miller.

"It was around the same time that those rich people died all suddenly," Adam continued. He was smarter than I had given him credit for. Or he at least had an elephant's memory. "Wonder if Kira took them out."

"I would have to agree with you."

The car came to a stop as we pulled up to the prison it took a moment for the gates to open and for us to get through the security. And then Adam was leading me through several halls.

"Am I supposed to be here?" I asked as we came to another gate with several guards at it.

"I might have stretched the truth a little to the captain, but yes. You can be here," was Adam's answer. My eyebrows rose at that, but I stayed silent as we were lead through the door.

"Why are we here? The jail staff should-"

"They wanted someone who has been on the Kira case here. And Light said he was on it in Japan and that you would help occasionally," Adam muttered, his voice low so it wouldn't echo off the walls. "None of us know what to look for. You do."

"I see," I grumbled.

We came to a stop in front of a row of cells. Adam continued on, but I stopped. I wasn't sure why, but there was a chill down my back. Maybe it was the complete sense of fear that hung in the air so thickly it would take a chainsaw to cut through it. Or maybe it was then overwhelming feeling of power from whoever had committed this horrible act of manslaughter. Whatever the reason my feet didn't move forward.

"You alright?" Adam asked, coming back to me when he noticed I wasn't following.

"Yeah," I answered with a nod. "Fine."

What was wrong with me? I had felt this before. Whenever I had been around Light after a large group had been killed, he radiated power. You could feel it if you were rooms away. You could almost hear his laugh through the walls. Why was this so different now?

"Come on." Adam jerked his head in the direction we were supposed to be going. "These cells have already been cleared. We need to head to another section."

"They cleared the cells?" I asked, following Adam as he continued on.

"Yeah. What else were they supposed to do. All of them looked the same. There was no point in documenting all of them." Adam shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"How would you know if they were all the same?" I demanded, appalled that they had ruined a crime scene. "There could have been something different."

"There were over a hundred dead. They couldn't just leave them all-"

"You can't just decide what is important and what isn't," I shot back as we continued around a corner and down another hall. "Do you know how many cases are solved just from looking back at pictures from the crime scene? Just some little detail that's off that brings cold cases back to life? You can't afford to not document everything."

"Ryuzaki, I wasn't the one who ordered it," Adam said, a frown on his face. "I'm sorry it upset you so much."

I didn't reply. There was nothing else to say. Nothing I could do. What was done was done.

We finally came to a row of cells that hadn't been emptied yet. Each one the same. The bars looked scratched as if they had tried to claw their way out and then they had all collapsed on the floor, in the exact same fetal position.

I studied one cell closely, looking across everything I could. It was a little unnerving how many there were. Another chill went down my spine.

"We have had something else happen while you were gone," the guard who was leading us said.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked, taking my arm to drag me along.

"There was another death. Different."

We followed quietly behind the guard until we reached the very last cell on the hall.

Adam froze and dropped my arm. My eyes widened and couldn't help but step a little closer. The prisoner was slouched on the floor against his bed. Wrists and neck slit, a pull of blood under him.

But what had caught my attention wasn't what he had used to cut himself or how the bars looked mangled and hundred of years old from what he had done to them to get out.

My eyes were glued to the wall where two words were written in blood. Two names. one was spelled horribly wrong as if Kira had only ever heard it spoken and never seen it written down.

Lowlight and then Adam below that.

It was undoubtedly my name. Though I had no idea how they had heard it. It was only ever uttered at home and very rarely. The house could possibly be bugged, but I doubted it. The only people who knew where Light and I lived were the driver, Watari, Adam and Sayu. It wouldn't be any of them, would it? Sayu didn't even know English and Light had been speaking more and more English at home so he could better talk to people.

And my name was spoken at the hospital by my father, but again, Sayu didn't know English. I doubted she would he able to pick out my name among all the other words that were being said.

"They know who I am..." Adam whispered in a breathless voice. "How do they know who I am?"

I glanced back and could see his knees shaking and his face was pale. He looked like he was going to be sick, but he didn't move. Didn't fall. Didn't do anything. Just stood there.

"It could be any number of Adams," I attempted to calm. "Not you-"

"It happened in the time I went to get you. They knew I was coming back here. It's my name," he shot back with no strength in his voice.

I wasn't sure how to answer. Nothing I could say would be of any help. Nothing I said would console him. And I couldn't find it in me to try. He wasn't wrong. Someone very clearly knew both of us by name and was toying with us.

Somehow they knew I would be here. Somehow they knew I would be with Adam. Somehow they knew who I was. And I was back to square one. I was back to where I was with Light and Gregory. Back to someone with the power of a god knowing the one thing that could kill me. My name.

Light had explained how the book worked. I was safe as long as they spelled my name wrong. But Adam wasn't. If they knew what Adam looked like, then he was just a sitting duck. And I had no idea what I was supposed to do to help him. How could I? I was absolutely powerless.

"What does Lowlight mean?" Adam's voice broke up my thoughts.

Did I dare answer?

"It's a name," I muttered, turning away from the cell and placing a thumb to my lips in thought.

"A name?" Adam questioned. "How do you-"

"Excuse me," I said to the guard. "Do you have any form of sugar that I can have before we see the other bodies?"

"I-I suppose so. I can go find something. You'll have to come with me though," the guard explained. "I can't leave you alone."

"Of course." I nodded, following the guard back up the hall.

"How the feck can you think about eating at a time like this?" Adam demanded as he followed.

"It helps me think," I explained.

"Sugar helps-of course. Light mentioned you were..." Adam trailed off and I gave him a confused look.

"I was...?" I asked, hoping he would continue. What had Light said about me? He talked about me?

"That the way you do things is unique," Adam finally said as we entered the cafeteria.

"I'm not sure what you're exactly looking for," the guard said with a shrug.

I glanced around the room and saw a side table where packets of tea and small containers of instant coffee were. I moved over and snatched up the box of sugar cubes and put one in my mouth.

Adam stared at me for a moment before shaking his head in dismissal and turning back to the guard. "Can we see the bodies you had removed?" he questioned, his eyes returning to me curiously as I put another sugar cube in my mouth.

"Sure." The guard started heading back to the exit and I went to follow, but Adam stopped me by grabbing my arm.

"Leave the box," he instructed. I glanced at the box in my hands and grabbed a few more cubes, shoving them into my coat pocket before placing the box on the nearest table and receiving an eye roll from Adam.

I lowered my gaze and followed after them. I knew I was weird. I had been told so my whole life. But this was different. It was like he was trying to accept the way I was, but was having a hard time trying to do it. Light had been the only one to really accept me, aside from Watari. And Sayu hadn't commented on it much.

Before I could keep thinking, we came to the gym where the equipment had been pushed to the edges of the room to make space for the large amount of bodies that were laid out. There was a man with a surgical mask on his face and was standing up from where he as beside one, scribbling things down on the clipboard he held.

He saw Adam and stepped over, pulling the mask down and giving a smile. "Hello Adam," he greeted, giving him a handshake.

"Hi Arthur. How are you?"

"Perplexed," was the medical professional's answer. "Hello," he said to me, holding out his hand to me. "I'm Arthur."

I took his hand. "Ryuzaki," I answered.

"Interesting name. Where are you from?"

"Doctor," Adam interrupted before I could answer.

"Right," Arthur said with a firm nod, turning back to the room. "I've never seen so many people dead at one time."

"I thought you fought in the war," Adam muttered, moving to stand closer to the doctor.

"I worked in the med tent. Mostly just made sure everyone was taking all of their medication correctly. I didn't have to deal much with injured. I was extremely lucky." Arthur sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm not sure what to make of it. All of the ones I've looked over have all died from heart attack at about two this morning. I just don't understand how it's possible."

I began walking through the lines of bodies, looking over them carefully. For anything at all. Any small detail.

"Is it possible that they all ingested something?" Adam questioned somewhere behind me. It was a fair thought, and it was troublesome that I knew better.

"I'm not sure that's what happened. All inmates have the same meals and I doubt it would be possible to poison this man people and not the others," the doctor continued. "But it is possible. I won't know until I perform autopsies. But I might have to ship some off to other places. I can't perform this man in the time that it takes for food to be digested."

I stopped beside one man who looked different from the others. I wasn't sure what it was about him, but he was different. I knelt down beside him and began looking over him as the conversations continued behind me.

"How do you mean?" Adam asked.

"Well, even after we die, if we have eaten something, the body will still continue to digest it. I have about 24 hours to empty the stomach and see if there is anything of worth in there. Once the 24 hours is up, most of the stomach has finished dissolving the food-"

"Ok, I get," Adam grumbled. "Rue?" I turned at my name to look at him. "What are you doing?"

"He has something in his hand," I replied, looking over the body more closely. "I don't have gloves though. I didn't want to touch him."

"He has something in his hand?" Adam inquired as he made his way over to me. He knelt down beside me and reached into his jacket where he pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He slid one on and reached for the inmate's hand. It took a bit to pry his fingers off of whatever it was, but soon Adam held up the inmate had been holding. It was a piece of paper. He used his other glove to help open the scrunched page and held it out so we could both see it. Across the paper, scrolled in perfectly formed letters were the words:

Do you believe in God? Or will you write the script and become one?

"What the hell does that mean?" Adam asked aloud, scratching his head.

"Sayu," I whispered, remembering the tab she had open on her computer.

"What did you say?" Adam asked, looking over me.

"It's a song. I'm sure other the other inmates the other pieces of it. It's a taunt from Kira."

"How do you know that?"

"Light has received the same taunt in an email from Kira."

"An email? He never told me about that."

I got to my feet and glanced around at the other bodies. I knew what was different. This one had V-neck shirt on. The rest around me rounded. It was such a small detail. My eyes darted around the room until I found another with a V-neck collar and I raced to it. Adam followed and reached into the inmates hand, pulling out another piece of paper. When unfolded it said:

Could you delete me? Would it be easy?

"The collars of the shirt. V-necks are the ones with the papers," I muttered, my hand going to my mouth. "This song is important. It means something."

"Who is it by?" came Adam's voice.

I glanced down to where he was still kneeling beside the body with the two pieces of paper in his hand. "An American Youtuber. It's from a video game. Something called Doki Doki-"

"Literature Club?" Adam finished. My eyebrows furrowed and he cleared his throat, getting back to his feet, looking embarrassed. "I play games in my free time, sue me."

"You know the game then? I haven't been able to research it. I've been busy with Light. What is it about?" My mind was running a million miles a moment. This obviously meant something.

"It's-It's uh..." Adam rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "It's about a writing club at school. One of those stupid dating simulator games." I could only look at him more confused. A dating simulator? Were people really that desperate for a relationship that they lived through fake ones? "Shut up," Adam hissed. "Basically, one of the characters-"

"Monica?" I asked, thinking over what Sayu had said about the game.

"Um, yeah. Monica knows that it's a game and becomes sentient. She starts killing off all of the other characters so that you'll date her and the only way to escape the game is to go into the game files and delete her character."

I thought over everything that Adam said, but I wasn't coming to much of a conclusion. Maybe the song wasn't about the game. Maybe it was just about us, Kira and me. Our game.

I pulled a sugar cube from my pocket and placed it in my mouth absentmindedly. "Let's find the rest of the papers and then we can document them. Then I need to get back to Light. I promised I wouldn't be gone for long."

Adam only nodded and sighed. "V-necks?"

"V-necks."