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 wall 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 by Watari himself. The orphanage was aimed at raising children to be L's successors. These children were very bright, and would probably seem weird to people on the outside world. But to L, for many years, it was home. Looking at it now, brought back memories of his childhood, he had never shared with anyone. A slight smile apeared on his face, something he rarely did. He walked up to the big wooden door and opened it up, finding himself in a huge room, he remembered quite well. And finding himself face to face with a white haired boy.