Her, she was your original shinigami. The shinigami who was both aloof, yet concerned with your being. How odd, right? A shinigami, a god of death. The best she can show her concern is in her words.

Not just that, you were the original kira. Or you were at least known as "Chizo.", back then when kira wasn't trying to to rake his reign. Or when he was alive. Unlike him, you killed people of purities. But not criminals. You killed people, especially people who wouldn't reach the beauty standards. You killed hideous people, and you also took the last breath of people who were under the IQ of 80.

You even managed to outsmart L, the L. During your hold of the death note, which were decades back then. You had shinigami eyes, you've traded half of the remaining lifespan you had to immediately know everyone's name and their remaining lifespan.

But, everything came to an end. When you turned yourself in. Well, not exactly. You withdrew ownership of the death note, without a reason too In a forest, relinquishing ownership to rem and her death note, but you exchanged it for something else. Immortality. You've always dreamed of immortality, why wouldn't you exchange your ownership for it?

Decades passed. You've happened to be walking past the same forest, your boots stomping on the leafs. Until, you felt something hard. You've discovered another death note.

It was too tempting not to touch it. And once you did, you knew there was no going back. Once you opened the death note, you immediately glanced up, meeting rem's eyes. Your old shinigami.