The boy lowered his head in a daze, staring at his right hand that was quickly deformed into a claw due to anger and the entire screen wall that was completely broken into small pieces. L, who was standing behind him, was a little dazed for a moment, but he quickly reacted and quickly walked forward and hugged the boy's shoulders. The boy's thin and thin shoulders trembled slightly in his arms.
L touched the boy's hair distressedly and eagerly, breathed comfortingly, and said: "Sanchi, Sanchi, listen to me..." L paused hard, took a deep breath and said, "Sanchi... You are not human..."
L clearly felt the boy in his arms trembling, then slowly turned his face and smiled. His deformed right hand quickly returned to its original shape with his smile, and his whole body returned to the appearance of that handsome fifteen-year-old boy. The boy's innocent face was shrouded in the shadow of the moonlight, looking so innocent and pitiful.
L couldn't help but feel a little dazed, only to hear the boy say: "You are not a human being, and neither am I. That's great."