Now, you are in Japan. You knew Light very well, he was your friend, surely. It sure was a weird city you were living in, weird stuff, freaky stuff, whatever it is, it was all weird, people just wear whatever they want, fancy or weird clothes? Sure. Swords or any weapons? Sure, another day. It had been a long time since you actually saw him; he was the flippant, smartass, facetious kind of guy, in a cool way with his friends.

Yes, you were a normal citizen, yes, you were lazy like any other person in the city, and yes, you did not care. Saturday, nothing interesting, you had many things to do, but who cares? You were going around the streets, fully knowing a cold-stone murder could kill you, it was Japan, but, of course, you HAD to be hungry, what's better than a pizza? You directly went somewhere you clearly knew your way. And there you were, in front of the place with a sign at the top of the entrance that reads “Light Pizza's”, two pizzas on each side, his face in the middle, with a ridiculous, clearly fake mustache. You entered, you had no choice here, and at the counter, here he was, behind it, singing a stupid song about his pizzas.

“...”

You fool, this was your last mistake. You didn't care, yet you went in front of the counter. Light wasn't doing anything, just walking around like a fool, yet too lazy to even talk to you, noticing your presence too, with his stupid, curly, and long fake mustache. That idiot. Quite handsome, though.