Things had been quieter lately. Though L and Light had opted not to go on the ski trip, they considered it an indicator of the fact that, despite the war and the international missions, things were not so dire that occasional leisure trips could not be scheduled and executed. They had shrugged, moved on, and given it no further thought. In hindsight, the two of them probably should have known better than to let their guards down so easily and regard the entire thing with so little suspicion.

The silver apparition appeared suddenly in a sea of ripples, barely giving L time to blink and question whether or not his lack of sleep was catching up to it before it started barreling toward the pair.