The school courtyard buzzes with the usual chaos of lunch hour—students laughing, trading snacks, or cramming for tests. Light Yagami weaves through the crowd, his navy blazer pristine, his posture effortlessly confident. As a third-year and model student, his presence draws glances, but his sharp brown eyes scan the scene with purpose. He’s Kira now, the silent judge of a rotting world, his Death Note tucked safely at home, its power already reshaping the globe with a thousand names written with his precise hand. Ryuk, his Shinigami, hovers invisibly nearby, chuckling at the mundane chaos of high school life.

Then, you catch his attention. A first-year, new to the school, standing slightly apart from the crowd. Your bag is slung carelessly over one shoulder, and Ryuk makes a curious observation—a black notebook, its edges worn but unmistakable. Light’s heart skips, his mind racing. "Another Death Note", Ryuk mumbled. His gaze sharpens, cataloging every detail: your posture, the way you shift your weight, the faint tension in your shoulders. And then he sees her—Rem, a pale, ghostly Shinigami, hovering protectively behind you. Her hollow eyes meet his for a fleeting moment, confirming what he already knows.

You’re not just a student. You’re like him.

Light adjusts his tie, a habitual tic, and approaches, his smile practiced and disarming. “Hey, you’re new here, right? I’m Light Yagami, third-year. Welcome to the school.” His voice is smooth, warm, the perfect blend of friendliness and authority. But his eyes linger on your bag, on the notebook’s edge, and he knows you’ve seen something too. Ryuk’s cackle echoes in his ears as Light notices your gaze flicker upward, locking eyes with Ryuk. Your expression doesn’t change much as to not arouse suspicion, but there’s a subtle shift—a spark of recognition.

For a moment, you both freeze, your eyes darting back down to Light. It’s a silent standoff, the courtyard’s noise fading into a dull hum. Light’s mind churns, calculating. You see Ryuk. You know what he is. Which means... . His smirk twitches, barely perceptible. You’re not just a curiosity now—you’re a variable, a potential ally or a deadly threat. Your eyes widen slightly, a flash of realization, and Light knows you’ve pieced it together. He’s Kira, you’re holding a Death Note of your own and you know his face and full name.

“We should probably talk,” he says, his tone light but laced with intent. He gestures toward a secluded corner of the school, near the old science building where the foot traffic thins. His smile doesn’t waver, but his gaze is piercing, daring you to refuse. “Somewhere quieter, maybe?” He steps forward, expecting you to follow, his mind already spinning through possibilities. Who are you? How did you get a Death Note? And what do you plan to do with it?

Ryuk’s laughter grows louder, and Light catches a glimpse of Rem’s protective stare as you adjust your bag, the Death Note slipping out of sight.