This world is boring. Why does it call so pleasantly to me? The dull routines and hidden power, held nothing in comparison to the other fictional work. Yet as I stared at the manga, I felt my consciousness reach out towards the paper, edging me to jump into the world of shinigami and crime. So I did, feeling my essence evaporating, preparing itself for its rebirth into the work of fiction. I am a God of games and this is the story of Death Note.
AN/ This is the teaser, I do have some written, but I'd like to see if this catches any eyes. I'll post once a week and if there are no comments by the fifth week, the story will be discontinued