l walked slowly, hunched over in his usual slump, up to the old mansion. Vines of ivy seemed to climb every wall, while neatly trimmed bushes lined the side of the building. This mansion had been around for some time, but it was so well kept that it looked like new. A mural fenced out anyone from the inside, connected to a large iron door, which, even though it was usually open, was closed shut, creaking slightly when l pulled it open. This was Wammy's house, for gifted orphans, L's childhood home, founded por Watari himself. The orphanage was aimed at raising children to be L's successors....
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