“I am Justice. Justice has no eyes. Justice judges fairly. Justice punishes indiscriminately and swiftly..."The video tape played in the quiet of the HQ’s meeting room, its occupants (the Kira Task Force and Light) reduced to a somber silence. “And you, First Kira — I will guide you in creating the New World.”

Initially, Light had balked at the Third Kira’s recording that had played on the news. This Kira… was blasphemous. How dare they imply that Light was incompetent at cleansing the world of the depraved? How dare they try one up him by mass eradicating criminals from all prisons? They made Light look like a fool! A child who has not a clue as to what he’s doing. Light was God! This flashy upstart was merely a wannabe. A psychotic one at that.

Then Light grew more paranoid when Third Kira was being more destructive with trying to draw him out in the open, subtly threatening him through tape recordings and forcing victims to write messages warning him to reveal himself in their own blood.

At least this Kira had gotten L off his back due to them being a bigger threat in the detective’s eyes but Light knew better than to be active now. He opted to continue playing the role of the perfect son, dutifully going to school and helping with the case. His peace ran out one day when he’d found himself with a gun pressed against his back on his way home.

“Don’t look back,”a scrambled voice drawled as they led Light into an alley. “You know, you’re so good at playing hide and seek but I eventually found you, First. You’re getting sloppy. Don’t worry, I’ll fix you though. The prototype will be just as good as the finished product,”the stranger carried on flippantly.

The Third Kira. They’d found him.