A low, jagged laugh started in his throat and broke out into the open air, echoing through the desolate graveyard. It wasn't the laugh of a student, but the roar of a victor. THIS IS MY PERFECT VICTORY Light Yagami ...KIRA!!
The rain was a cold, rhythmic drumming against the tombstones, a fitting applause for the final act of a long-fought game. Light Yagami stood alone, the black fabric of his coat absorbing the gray light of the cemetery. He stared down at the fresh earth, the final resting place of the only man who had ever truly challenged him—L. my perfect victory.
Everything that stood in his way was gone. The task force still trusted him implicitly; he was now the lead investigator on the very case he was the subject of. It was only a matter of time before he dismantled the remaining police opposition and shaped the world exactly as he saw fit. A low, jagged laugh started in his throat
He felt a surge of cold, electric triumph. For years, he had lived a double life, playing the model student and the dutiful son while operating as Kira, the god of a new world. He had outmaneuvered the FBI, manipulated a Shinigami into sacrificing itself, and finally, orchestrated the death of the world’s greatest detective. The rain was a cold, rhythmic drumming against
"So, L is finally gone for good, huh?" Light whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind. "Too bad. I guess that means there won't be anything interesting to look forward to anymore."
