Disclaimer: All fictional entities featured from Death Note in this story belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I do not own them nor attempt to make any profit.
Prologue
This story starts in the hectic downtown of the overpopulated city of London. Its exact start and ending are somewhat more problematical, though the supposition of a rainy day during a cold morning is as good a guess as any.
However, in such a gigantic capital as London, the most colorful individuals are bound to be found, each and every one of them going through a different path in life. When observing the hurried man on the sidewalk, many are those who cannot help but to question themselves whether that man may hide something from the rest of the world or which destination deserves such persistency to be reached. The fact is that human beings are cursed with this not uncommon quirk named curiosity, even though some might refer to it as a bestial thing. Warnings on keeping a distance from other people's business have their genesis in a faraway history where pettiness started as just another word.
Because, in the end, a rainy day is but a fruitful occasion for the world to contemplate life in its fullest; on rainy days, cities come to life, people show their true colours when faced with unwanted scenarios. Stories start, no matter the course they may take.
This story in particular has already begun. Saying the weather had nothing to do with it would be a lie, strange and unthinkable things often happen in such times. However, of course, they have to be controlled. Otherwise they might turn into anything.
Things just happen, one after another. They don't care who knows but, unlike these things, History is a whole different matter. If not carefully observed it is not History: it is just things happening one after another.
Now, in the beginning, there was a young woman going through the pages of History, unnoticed like most of her counterparts, although still contributing for the future of the world. She would not stand out in a crowd simply for the fact that would not add anything to the story or her own happiness, and it is fairly hard to stand out to hasty strangers under umbrellas.
Had the sky not been pouring intensely, it is unlikely that the young woman would have missed her bus twice that day or slipped on a plastic bag in front of the ever vigilant guards of the Buckingham Palace, which would lead to a much shorter and completely different story. For the right things to happen they require History to provide a correct timing and maybe, just maybe, a little help from Fate.
While the protagonist of this story could have turned to be anyone in the world, the burden fell upon the shoulders of someone who just wanted to find a book to read. Nothing would come out of it in case things had not been meddled for the right ones to happen.
...somehow it just makes it all the more pitiful.