Snow fell in light clumps adding even more of the pure white substance that covered the sidewalks, grass, and frosted evergreens. It was Christmas Eve, which meant festive lights nearly everywhere, mistletoe, nativity scenes, churches giving their Christmas story, gingerbread, trees, family, gifts, and floods of people charging in and out of stores for last minute shopping. All those many things of this is how a single black notebook was left unnoticed under a bench, near a store until a young- adult discovered it by accident.

A male with dark brown, moderate length hair, blue eyes, wearing a black band t-shit, blue jeans, and a baby-face making him look years younger then he actually was, made his way toward the super center entrance while holding his arms from the cold, swearing silently to himself for leaving his coat a a concert the night before.

He grumbled to himself, "Damn over commercialized holiday, all I need to do is pick up a few new notebooks, so I actually have paper for artwork, songs, poems, and stories. I already know I'll need to wait nearly a hour in line…" His ranting abruptly stopped as a heavyset male bumped into his side, which knocked him face first into the snow.

Pulling himself up onto one arm, which trembled from the intense cold he yelled out, "Watch were the hell your going motherfucker!" His anger shifted to plain annoyance as he found the male was already gone. Forcing himself up, he brushed the snow off his clothing swearing obesities, then stopped when his eyes spotted a single black notebook, hoses pages, he found was blank as he skimmed over the first ten or twenty.

He hurried back to his car muttering, "Saved time and one hell of a headache, but nearly froze from a fall…. Fair trade I guess."

Entering his apartment instantly changed his mood as warm air greeted, no, engulfed him in its embrace, leaving him with a pleasant, tingling feeling. It was quiet, extremely so, but he lived alone, so that was to be expected. The living room was small, a couch, entertainment center, TV, DVD player, and sorted DVDs were all the items within this room. His bedroom contained a desk piled with notebooks, books, and drawings, a bed, and a stand holding an alarm clock. Sure, it was simple, but it was all he needed, and besides, he liked it like that.

He dragged himself into the bedroom and changed from his wet shirt and jeans into a black sweater, with matching jeans, then spiraled out onto his living room couch flipping on the news, while setting the newly acquired notebook on the floor at his side.

Closing his eyes he listed as the news anchor announced a list of well known notorious criminals, all who died from cardiac arrest, obviously Kira's latest handiwork. "Kira always making the news, with all the buzz over his murders, and L trying to capture him… I wish I could try my hand against the two, finally, a challenge with my intellectual equals. However, without Kira's ability, or resources such as L has, I cannot even attempt to pose much of a challenge…

A metallic but feminine voice suddenly said, "But you can, if you'd like to."

His eyes shot open, and almost as suddenly as he had opened his eyes, he had his back pressed up against the wall. Across from him near his couch stood a tall female humanoid creature with the right side of her body and face completely covered with polished silver. Her flesh shown on the left side was pale pink in color, in contrast to the sharp intimidating silver; her skin appeared to be delicate to the touch. Her eye that wasn't made of silver was piercing crimson red in color to the point where it was the cover of blood, which was outlined with what seemed to be some kind of pitch black makeup giving her a dangerous, knowing gaze. Her hair was blonde, short, and thick, but not too thick, but enough to balance out the effect given by her red staring eye. Her lips was just a little darker pink then her flesh, and made an attempt to hide her vampire-like fangs, but failed. White silk-like ribbons wrapped around the entirety of her left arm, leg, neck, and the body from her neck downward, with each ribbon going into the flesh at the dividing line between silver and flesh. She also had two wings that sprouted from her back, the right side: silver, the other, pure white.

He gave a nervous smile asking, "So, are you some kind of twisted angel or something? Do you want anything? Came to send me some message or some bullshit like that?"

She rolled her eyes then leaned over the couch taking the black notebook in one of her clawed hands then said, "My name is Dara, the original owner of this death note, and because you was the first to pick it up after it was dropped into the human world, it's yours now. Listen closely to what I'm about to say, because I'll only tell you the rules with the death note once…."