The night passed in no time at all, and the team once again went to another long day of tryng and failing to catch a killer that could not be caught. Once they arrived, though, there was a commotion outside of their HQ. On the fencing around the building, a young boy, with snow-white hair, appeared to have jumpd off the building and impaled himself upon it. which had pierced straigh through his heart. The corpse was still warm, indicating it had only happened recently. Most disturbingly, however, was the deranged grin on the boy's face, as if he had been in ecstasy. After checking the possessions on the body, and confirming with the old man who had been there every day, they confirmed that boy was in fact the detective they'd known as N. Apparently, L had died with a similar expression on his face. Relief, ultimately, was felt by them all. At long last, they no longer had to suspect each other. An aged man spoke out to one of the youngest members of their team. "Hey...