Everyone knows that the first generation at Whammys was a failure, there were 18 subjects in total 10 of which killed themselves the rest either disappeared or turned against their original purpose, well all but one. Mimic. She managed to fade into the background of everyday life; seen but never noticed, that is until the Kira case.
Mimic looked out of the taxi's window and sighed, she flew into Japan that morning with the knowledge that both Kira and L were preparing to fight it out, to see who was the better person. Personally, Mimic never much liked L, he was willing to sacrifice peoples rights and lives just to get results but that wasn't really any different than Kira. "Some justice." she muttered as the taxi pulled up outside of her apartment.
Mimic, never liked the idea of having to switch locations when working on cases, so she didn't, then again no one ever realised she was working on a case. She'd solved hundreds but whoever she would pass the findings on to were given instructions that they were to take the credit, no one had ever disagreed. Her apartment was small a single bedroom, a kitchen and a small living area. She set her suitcase down and began unpacking, after arranging her clothes in the wardrobe she stood back and smiled "Now lets see what Kira has been up to." She muttered flicking the television on.