So, for some reason, Near's gone. Again. How's he supposed to get better? God, I ache, too. How long am I going to have to keep this up?

On the way to the library, since that's the most likely place for him to be, I run across a butter-covered person I'd only seen in photographs. The person responsible for mine and thousands of other deaths.

"So, you're here, too. Knew this place lacked standards, Light." Gods, first B and now this loser, too.