Well, that has got to be the dumbest move I've ever made. How could I, the one who evaded capture for so long, have let something so trivial get me caught? I've asked myself that question who knows how many times over the past few hours in this decrepit cell I'm to remain in until those vile men outside decide that it's my turn to die and have come to only one conclusion: I trusted him too much.

I guess trust is, more often than not, the downfall of many a great scheme. I must have managed to stay out of this place so long because I didn't really trust anyone. Not Misa, though she thought I did. Not Takada, no matter how many times I told her I did. And definitely not Mikami... Don't even get me started on how that idiot fled the Kanto region not long before my capture. He would be my ticket out of here if he'd only stayed in one place long enough... How he managed to time his leave perfectly, I may never know.

Well, I've got plenty of time for brooding. After all, when you've killed as many people as I have in nearly every country in the world, you've got all the time in the world until you're killed. I know my death will probably be painful, considering the only two options are electrocution (which might not kill me after all... I'd hate to think that...) or a slow poisoning by lethal injection. I'd rather Kira be the one to off me, but he can't. Considering the fact that he's me.

Isn't that lovely? Kira, world-renowned murdered of criminals and publicly proclaimed god and savior, is sitting in a prison not unlike the ones many of his victims died in. I bet one of them keeled over right on this spot, possibly more. A bit of an uncanny coincidence.

I bet L's happy for that one...

I guess it would be best to get on with my story, rather than lamenting my fate or cursing L and those Wammy's kids. After all, it's my own fault I'm here.

I've decided to call this my last Death Note. A bit of a fitting title, don't you think? Considering the fact that it was that damned notebook that started all this trouble.

It took me a while to actually decide on how to tell this. I was originally going to tell my entire story, but I soon grw bored. That attempt would account for about half of the crumpled papers that little the floor in here. I then tried starting with the addition of B and the other Wammy's kinds. That would be the other half of the mess.

I finally landed on the ubject of my arrest and what happened shortly afterword. That was only a few short hours ago, although it seems so much longer to me...