It was a massive day. L sat in his dark, sugar-fueled command center, sipping a cup of crazy tea, eyes darting back and forth between the monitors. His low-taper fade was immaculate, the kind that only a true sigma detective could rock. Meanwhile, Light Yagami, the self-proclaimed alpha, sat across from him, radiating main character energy but unaware that today was the day he'd get cooked.
L leaned forward, resting his chin on his knee. “Light-kun,” he said, his voice colder than a Discord mod banning a kid for breathing wrong. “I have undeniable proof that you are Kira.”
Light smirked, brushing his beta bangs to the side. “Oh? And what makes you think that?”
L’s screen flickered, revealing a 4K Ultra HD enhanced Among Us crewmate pointing at a vent. “Observe, Light-kun,” he continued. “On this footage from two nights ago, we see you entering a McDonald’s, purchasing a McMassive™ meal, and writing something down on a napkin. That napkin was later found in the trash, and the name on it? Dead within 40 seconds.”
Light’s jaw clenched. “That… that could be anyone’s napkin.”
L smirked. “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. My team ran a low taper fade analysis on the fingerprint smudges. They match exactly to yours, down to the grease residue from the fries.”
Light's eye twitched. He knew L was built different, but this was next-level.
L wasn’t done. He pointed at another screen. “Furthermore, your browser history—yes, I hacked it, cry about it—reveals a search for ‘how to look innocent when caught being Kira’ and ‘does having a sigma grindset make me immune to the law?’”
Light was spiraling. “This is insane.”
“No, Light-kun,” L whispered, standing up. His silhouette was massive against the glowing screens. “This is reality.”
Desperate, Light reached into his pocket, gripping a hidden piece of the Death Note. But before he could act, L tossed a single red Among Us card onto the table.
“Ejected.”
The taskbar filled. Kira was the impostor.
Game over.
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