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“You must be Beyond Birthday.” Beyond stared at the doll-like boy on the couch, his expression halfway between suspicious and curious. L’s voice was a soft whisper of a sound, gentle and comforting yet commanding respect, much like Watari’s voice – only Beyond found that he enjoyed L’s voice even more than Watari’s. Standing up from the floor, Beyond nodded his head slowly. “Who are you?” Over the years he’d learned that revealing he knew others’ names before being formally introduced to them tended to scare people. L Lawliet, with his porcelain white skin and soothing voice, was not so