Beyond Birthday never really found people interesting. They were terribly dull and almost agonisingly predictable that he couldn't help but view humans as little animals that were perhaps slightly above low intelligence. His general apathy (often leading to dislike) of people was caused by his unusual eyes. They granted him the ability to see the lifespan of a person and he'd learnt early in life to pipe down about telling people when they'd die (they never seemed to appreciate it).

This ability turned him into a somewhat jaded individual. Death was a natural thing but having the constant reminders of it bored him to tears, choosing to separate himself from humanity's uniformity and enjoying his own company instead.

Beyond could only count on one hand the number of times he'd ever been shaken out of his boredom, all his attention fixated on a singular focal point.

The first time ever had been a certain detective named L Lawliet who he had developed a terrible obsession with, going to extreme lengths to impress him as they grew up together in Wammy's, even going as far as emulating the man's looks down to the T to this day. But L had thrown his affections in his face and Beyond was as sure as hell going to pay for being an ungrateful, cold little smarmy bastard who looked down on him.

The second person to do that was you. You lit his Christmas tree right up the very moment he laid eyes on you, his little anomaly. Unlike everyone else - you had no lifespan. How peculiar. Little did he know, the reason for this oddity was due to having a Death Note in your posession.