It couldn't be like that. The story of L. It couldn't just be what it was, fragments of random events, actions and choices that formed a life course.
From the start, the story lacked its myth, that which made it unique and meaningful and bearable. It lacked a sharp signature, an overarching thought, shaped by an observer with a full overview, by a god, by fate, or ultimately by L. himself. That myth had to be found or invented. The myth of L's life.
