* The lids will still weigh a lot, like the rest of the body.
Open your eyes slowly. The light coming from a high window is weak and has no idea where you are. The sense of vulnerability it causes chills to be screwed into the spine, numb from the ice surface where he lies.
last thing I remember is the Library, and the strange light in the eyes of Light watching him eat the cake he had brought from the kitchens. In retrospect, should have noticed that something was wrong. But ... Why? Look for Light
the view, still too sleepy to move. There is a tinkling sound that comes from somewhere in the room, and something in your brain identifies it with
