In the dimly lit room filled with the soft glow of candles, Light found himself lost in thought, his hand reaching out for Ryuzaki’s once again. Despite the lack of anything to dry his hands with, he held on tightly, the image of plush bathrobes dancing in his mind. As they made their way through the lobby, the sound of delicate classical music floating through the air, Light couldn’t help but feel a sense of hesitation creeping in. Are you sure about this? he whispered, his voice barely...