It was an august summer night. Yes, yes, you heard me correctly, like in old-old song. Nothing to gain and nothing to loose. Just like that. Window in my room was widely open for a warm wind to have a chance to get in. Shadows were dancing all over my bed, waiting for me to disturb them, the same way I did many times before, but this was not the night when it could happened. The only thing that was grabbing all my attention was a tiny notebook, lying on my desk. Thirty eight lines, sixty pages note full of pain, disbelief and fear.

Wind stopped for a second to look at the strange human who prefer to spend such a magnificent night in this bland room. Even the shadows stayed calm, waiting for something. Finally, young man made a sound, only a little snicker and open the last page on his notebook. The only one, that seems absolutely clean. Wind started to blow again, whispering in to the man's ears about smells of the night, beauty of the moonlight spread in the air, but all was pointless. I kept on writing. Few more seconds and work was done. Where was no one in the room, to listen to the wind, or admire dancing shadows. Only notebook. Only last words. "Yagami Light. Vanish."