Caged Prologue
A girl sat at her desk, in a large room. She was writing in a notebook. She was sixteen years old, and was in an orphanage. One of the oldest there. She wrote names, and causes of death. She'd write at least three a day.
She had long dark brown hair, with a fringe that covered a little of her eyes. Her eyes were very dark, they were nearly black. Her lips were a dark pink, she wasn't wearing make-up. Her skin was not pale, but not tanned or dark. The young girl looked completely normal. She was American, and had come to Japan with her adoptive family. She was put up for adoption once again when she killed her adoptive, abusive parents at age 14.
"Alison." A voice called. "Time for dinner." It was the child minder for the orphanage, one of them anyway. She was but four years older than Alison.
"Okay." Alison called, putting her notebook in her middle drawer. She locked it, and put the key in her pocket.
"I wonder if there will be apples out today." Frong the shinigami said,
Alison chuckled as she made her way out of her room.
She looked at her watch, 5:34pm. In three minutes a boy by the name of Kin would die. He had been pushing Alison around for a couple of years now, Alison had had enough.
She knew around this time, he'd be in the yard smoking with his friends. He'd make his way across the street and get hit by a truck.
The next two years would be easier for Alison.
