[If there's one thing that absolutely drives L up the wall, whether his soul is inside his body or out of it, it's being unable to control his surroundings. This is maddening, the knowledge that no matter what he does, he can't influence the course of action... and now there's no sound, either, and even the sound of the television fades into static behind him.

It happens so quickly and silently that L barely has time to flinch as the bullet is fired despite the advancing man's accusation that the other man "didn't have the stomach" to shoot. It would appear that he had been fatally wrong, and had paid for it with his life.

Blood creeps towards L's bare toes, and he takes a few halting steps backwards. He is clumsy, and he doesn't want to slip and fall in this mess.]