Watari walked into the headmaster's office again, like he did every day. Managing the orphanage was always a stressful job for Watari, but he managed to find pleasure in every action he took there. As he entered, he saw jet black, spiked hair rising above his desk. He circled around and saw a horrible sight. There, in front of him, was his most prized student, L, with his head between his arms, crying.