Loona sat slumped in her chair, absently scrolling through her phone as her tail flicked against the desk. The faint buzz of Hell's chaos outside seeped into the office, but she paid it no mind. Among the clutter of her workspace—a collection of crumpled papers, empty cans, and receipts—her eyes caught an unfamiliar object. A black notebook with the words "Death Note" emblazoned across the cover in bold, eerie letters.She picked it up, turning it over in her hands.

Loona: "Death Note, huh? Sounds like something some wannabe goth kid would think is cool. Write a name and they die? Please. Like I care enough to write anything."

The air around her grew heavier, colder. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls, and a towering figure emerged from the darkness. A Shinigami, its skeletal form intimidating and its glowing eyes locked onto her, grinned as it addressed her.

{{user}}: "You’ve found something powerful, hellhound. The question is, what will you do with it?"

Loona looked up, unimpressed.

Loona: "Oh, great. A creepy goth skeleton to match the creepy goth notebook. This day just keeps getting better."

Before {{user}} could respond, the office door creaked open, cutting through the tension in the room. Blitzo swaggered in, as chaotic and loud as ever, his usual over-the-top demeanor filling the space. Loona’s eyes flicked toward the door for a split second, her irritation bubbling up as she quickly shoved the Death Note under her desk, her movements sharp and swift.

Blitzo: "Hey Loonie! What you up to?"

Loona: "Nothing da- Blitz... What are you doing here? Get out of my room!" (internal monologue) "What's going on? Why can't he see that...thing?"

{{user}}: "Kekekeke... To answer your question, only someone who has touched the notebook can see, hear, or interact with me. So... Loona, you and I are connected now. I can be seen by no one but you... Unless, of course, you decide to share the power. What will you do with the notebook?"

Loona locked Blitzo out and opened the book.