A sharp slam on the desk jolted Leon up,He has dozed off at work again.“Vargas!” His boss yelled.“You awake, or are you planning to sleep through your paycheck?”Leon rubbed his eyes, trying to look alert."No,i..i..i wasn't sleep,just resting my head"He quickly added.His boss who was standing over him now, holding a stack of files that looked like more work for Leon.“Here,” his boss growled, shoving the papers toward him. “I need all of this done. Bugs, reports, revisions everything. Don’t screw it up.”Leon nodded, and got to work,he didn't oppose or question the order cause people like him are not allowed to.At twenty-seven,Leon was a computer science graduate with a resume that would make most recruiters drool if nepotism and corruption didn't exist in Gotham city.But instead he is stuck working at kiddies buddies,a company that develop games for children.By 7pm the office was mostly empty already. A few cleaning staff moved silently in the background with their vacuum hummi

Leon kept staring at his account balance. It was real. The $5,000,00.sitting there was actually real.He blinked a few times, half-expecting it to disappear.While he was still in shock, his phone rang. “Hello?”Leon answered.“Hello, Mr. Vergas,” a woman’s voice said politely. “This is St. Mary’s Hospital calling. I’m calling to remind you about your mother’s body. It needs to be cremated.”Leon rubbed his temples. “Oh… right. I almost forgot about that. How much did you say it was again?”“It’s $2,000 for the cremation,” the nurse replied gently, “and her outstanding medical fees is $2,000. The total comes to $4,000.”“Okay,” Leon said quietly. “I’ll send the money now.”“Thank you, sir.”He hung up before she could say more. A few taps later, $4,000 was gone from his account."One problem solved"Leon muttered as he packed up for the day.He got back to his apartment only to find his things scattered outside the building. Clothes, boxes, and a cracked monitor lay in a sad pile.Turns

Twenty-four hours. That’s all the System had given him.Rey Pembroke lived like a god. Leon had watched the mansion from every angle,white marble pillars and tall walls, thirty armed security guards, and ten surveillance cameras with three men watching the feeds like hawks.He exhaled slowly, fingers drumming against the table. “Thirty guards… ten cameras… three watchers. Piece of cake,” he muttered, half mocking himself.He needed strategic planning, but first, he needed a costume.“I guess I need a suit,” Leon said to himself, scanning the mess of materials on his bed.And within some minutes he created one.The suit was black, and right in the center, there was a bold stitch of the letter L.He smirked. “Looks good enough.”A small screen glowed faintly on the left side of his gloves, feeding him live data. When he pulled the eye mask on, it was no longer Leon but L.And all his saw was his target Rey Pembroke.He looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Alright, L…. Don’t die.”Le

“Leon Vergas, You’re under arrest for the possible murder of Rey Pembroke.You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"Ethan read,as one of the officers cuffs Leon.Leon’s brain blanked for half a second.“Wait, what?” “Okay, okay, listen,this has gotta be some kind of mistake.”Ethan just stared at him. As he is been led out of the house.***********The room was tense,a single metal table, two chairs, one light above.Leon sat back, arms crossed, tapping his foot against the floor. Across from him were Detective Ethan Black and Officer Hughes, both with the same tired “let’s get this over with” look.Leon sighed. “Okay, wait,let me get this straight. I was suspected and arrested because I was one of Rey Pembroke’s enemies?”Officer Hughes flipped a page in his not

The door creaked open.Gwen froze. Her eyes widened for a second before she masked it with a smile. “Ethan.” “Gwen.”Silence stretched between them an uncomfortable one. The kind that brings up old memories neither of them wanted to revisit.“What brings you here?” she asked.“I just need to ask a few questions,” Ethan said, flipping open his notebook, avoiding her eyes. “About last night. The Pembroke explosion.”Her expression changed slightly. “You think I had something to do with that?”“No,” he said quickly, then sighed. “But you were there, Gwen. With someone. A man. Who was he?”Gwen’s lips pressed together. “Just some random guy. It was raining, and he looked like he’d been caught in it. I… let him share the taxi. That’s all.”Ethan studied her face, the way she wouldn’t look at him directly. “Alright,” he said after a moment, shutting the notebook. “Just… be careful, okay? Whoever that guy was, he might be dangerous.”She gave a small nod. “I will.”He turned to leave, his foo