The next time L is alone, he will hear a chorus of whispers ringing in his ears, cheering, praising him, reassuring him all is right on the fog side. A small gust of wind, and somehow, a small, delicious (salt free) cake sits on his table. “Welcome” is written in icing on the top in blood, but that doesn’t alter the taste some how. For every bite he takes, he may feel the burning sensation of that L scar deepening and becoming more elaborate, but the sweetness of the treat will cancel it out.
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The next time L is alone, he will hear a chorus of whispers ringing in his ears, cheering, praising him, reassuring him all is right on the fog side. A small gust of wind, and somehow, a small, delicious (salt free) cake sits on his table. “Welcome” is written in icing on the top in blood, but that doesn’t alter the taste some how. For every bite he takes, he may feel the burning sensation of that L scar deepening and becoming more elaborate, but the sweetness of the treat will cancel it out.