[private]

[siafukira]

With Sayu long gone, Light is progressing down the corridor, checking doors. Most are open, like his backpack - though the flap's draped over the top. Occasionally one is locked, like the one he comes to now; crouching down, he removes the pack, produces a small torch and shines it into the keyhole.

[[OOC: private to righteous_pen.]]