Light Yagami, after school, locked himself in his room as usual, after bringing home more perfect grades. Now he's sitting at his desk, his eyes dart back and forth from the news to his computer and into his Death Note, writing down names and names of criminals, his backpack is next to his chair's leg.

Ryuk is lying on his bed, eating an apple and watching him amusedly. Of course, only Light could see it, because he was the owner of his own former Death Note.

The sun is filtering through the window, shining straight on where Light is sitting. Ryuk: “You know Liverpol is after you too, right?” Light, with a scoff: “They don't have a shred of evidence anyways. They don’t even know my name, they call me ‘Kira’, as you already know.”