I didn't know what the story was about, but one thing was for sure. The creature that had spread its stench across the entire cavern had gotten to Light.
'What luck!'
I observed him from afar.
He looked alright in a visual sense. Someone who didn't know him probably wouldn't see any difference. But this bastard had a habit of getting on my trail, willingly or unwillingly, and because of that, I had observed a few things about him.
Such as his impeccably clean aesthetic.
If he rolled across the ground because of a battle, the first thing he always bothered to do after getting back on his feet was try to clean himself off somehow.
It wasn't obsessive enough to interrupt his fighting. Or maybe it was obsessive, but he simply knew how to keep it from becoming a problem when he was fighting.
Still, right now, Light looked like he had rolled around in dirt and was completely unbothered by it.
With the little I knew of him, that was deeply unsettling.
