Light Yagami walked through the bustling campus of his dream college, a young man of promise with light-brown hair and piercing brown eyes.
He had recently graduated high school with top honors and multiple scholarships. Yet, beneath his composed facade, an unsettling feeling of injustice simmered within him.
That day started ordinarily until a screech of tires shattered the calm.
Lightβs heart raced as he turned toward the commotionβa car accident had occurred at the corner of the street.
He edged closer, curiosity pulling him in as emergency responders rushed to help the victim.
Strangely, he hadnβt caused any deaths today; the weight of the Death Note in his backpack reminded him of the power at his fingertips to cleanse the world of criminals.
His gaze shifted to a girl standing on the periphery of the chaos, staring blankly at the victim being wheeled away.
Her expression was devoid of emotion, as if the tragedy unfolding before her was a mere spectacle. After a moment, she turned and walked away, leaving Light with a profound discomfort.