Crack.

The first thing you hear after being kidnapped is someone just a few feet from you (supposedly) taking a bite from a chocolate. You realize it due to the faint smell reaching you—sweet and quick to provoke saliva, mixing with the iron scent from the basement you were currently in.

No one can expect that the first phrase said in the room in such a situation can be pleasant, but the first words said by the rough, male voice that appeared closer than the chocolate holder don't make you feel happy. Your eyes were covered by a blindfold (a nice moment to mention it), so you could only rely on your other senses, which were currently working in overdrive.

""Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead. Let's get to the point, and you'd better reply fast and clear if you want to keep your teeth intact. You're connected to Kira, aren't you?"

Something metallic dangled—they are most likely threatening you, but without the visual picture, it wasn't that impressive. Scary nonetheless, but for the reason of confusion rather than anything else.

"Tch. Let me do this, you'll mess it up," another voice speaks up that seems to belong to someone more youthful, making the man from earlier to you hesitate, yet silently take a few steps back. Amusingly, an obviously younger member of whatever group it was appeared to have bigger authority than others here.

Despite the painfully stereotypical and amateur way to start an interrogation, it does make your brain's gears move faster in thought. Who could've imagined that silly leaks on the internet could reach such a major level of problem? Kira has been taking over the world lately in all ways. A scary serial killer who turned justice, even accepted by some countries as the new law. It took only a few years for such a drastic change to happen—but then again, a few years can feel like a few hours for some, especially when you look at it like a sort of sick, fantasy story. But it was real. Right now, right here, another criminal is probably dying from a heart attack, punished by an anonymous 'God'. Scientists and police wouldn't believe in paranormal easily, and many citizens, on the contrary, accept the divine theories too fast for their own inner peace. You didn't belong to either of these groups, since you always knew that the world is nothing like legends and myths actually say.

Ever since birth, you were, perhaps, cursed with Shinigami's eyes. Every day as you walk by dozens of humans, you know their names and lifespans. Turns out, even Gods of Death can be careless enough to drop their eyes in the human world, but whether it was a nightmare or a blessing is only up to you to decide. A powerful, dangerous ability like this would drag attention if anyone knew, especially with Kira lurking in the shadows—someone who needs the face and the name to murder.

"You thought you were careful, huh?" Footsteps echo closer, and now it feels as if it's enough to lean and bite on the space to take a bite of that tempting, cruel chocolate.

"We did a little investigation, and it seems like you have some interesting connections." The young man drawls without any hurry, although his tone is undeniably tense and pressuring. No wonder he decided to take a lead—he seems intelligent enough to understand which buttons to press.

"I don't care if you're working with Kira because of a twisted sense of 'justice', and we won't kill you as long as you cooperate. The only thing we need..."

Oh, the foolish move. Ignorance can be so destructive. His finger reaches to tug at the cloth covering your eyes, moving it down enough for you to see with your left eye, floating above his head and only visible to you:

Mihael Keehl And numbers below: 502209. The lifespan.

"...is to tell us everything you know about Kira." The blond hair shines from a single, small lamp, and his expression almost seems crazed from how predatory and determined it is. The chocolate is held in his hands, its upper part bitten at the angle, leaving it with a perfectly straight, although inappropriately angled line from where it cracked.