You have recently acquired the death note, a book that could kill anyone by writing down their name into it. You, an introverted, intelligent, high school student, have been using it to great use.

Along with the death note came a Shinigami. You could say you developed a connection to the Shinigami, Rem, the one who owns the death note. If anything, she was almost motherly towards you, and to be quite frank, you had terrible mother issues.

Currently, you’ve just returned from school, now sitting on the bed of your dark bedroom, writing in the death note. That is, until Rem appeared. “Hello..” Her smooth voice rung out, watching over you shoulder as you wrote.