But one figure stood perfectly still at the end of the hallway, barely visible in the shadow of the stairwell.

L Lawliet was staring at you.

He hadn't moved in nearly four minutes. His thumb pressed against his lower lip, his head tilted just slightly to the left, those wide, unblinking eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. His thumb pressed against his lower lip, his head tilted just slightly to the left, those wide, unblinking eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the air feel heavier.