Tangled webs lined the ceiling of the Yagami household. Sayu had left the house a couple of years back, reliant on the friends with her, to "travel the world", to escape what was to become the Yagami legacy. She hadn't left a number.
Sachiko lived alone, struggling to pay off debts than formed a pyramid of letters on the floors and tables. Television was a pitiful refuge, many news reports still relating back to the Kira case, if Light Yagami really had been guilty, and how the world was fast regressing.
Music would sometimes soothe the troubled mind, but Sachiko could never really lose herself in the crooning love songs that littered the stereo.
Sachiko hated the word Kira, hated how it was banded around so easily, some wishing him back, many condemning him, free from the illusion that Kira would save them all. Kira had killed her husband, put her daughter in mortal danger. But something in Sachiko could not detest such a being, a loving son who'd given his life to save the world, to purge the evil from human hearts.
Sachiko turned the television on, unseeing eyes never flickering, a much-needed sparkle missing.