[L's soul is something between a monster and a child, looking like a creature that doesn't quite know what he is. All he knows is that he's free of his chains, and that there's suddenly a door, and anything is better than being in this dark prison of a room for even a moment longer. His glossy black insect-eyes scan over the note without really comprehending it, and he's scrambling through the door to get away from his own nightmare...

...and into someone else's, apparently. And what a nightmare it is. Everything seems to be cast in red light, and the whirring and humming of machinery makes him nervous. Even though he looks like he could fit into a world like this, he feels uneasy, like he needs to find a place to hide rather than continuing to stand out here in the open where any enterprising metaphorical hawk could swoop right down and snatch the wayward little creature.]