October 10th, 1245. I would like this to be the last entry I write in this… Death Notebook… Though I have nowhere else to keep track of what day it is, or to recall past events with, I would rather not be a murderer, in case I accidentally wrote down somebody's name. I will lock this in the attic right now, and forget about ever having written in it.
~About to put the notebook in the attic~
"I see you've found my notebook." I turned around, to see a monster, with a disgusting appearance: long, straggly, purple hair; a bony body; and blinding white skin. I began to scream, but this monster began to cover my mouth, muffling my screams. "Even if you attract any attention, nobody will be able to see me unless they touch that notebook," the monster said, pointing towards the notebook in my hand.
"But… but what ARE you?" I asked, having calmed down a bit.
"I'm a shinigami, AKA a god of death, and that's my notebook; my name is Rem."
"A god of death, huh?" I felt a sudden pang of stupidity. I must be asleep. I smacked myself repeatedly, saying, "Wake up, wake up," but did not wake up. My stomach then dropped a long way. This was no dream; this was reality.
The shinigami was sitting on a cardboard box, laughing hysterically. "Do what you want, I won't go away," it said.
I walked over to the wall, and started banging my head against it. "Why did you give this notebook to me?" I asked.
"I did not predict the outcome of who would obtain my notebook," the shinigami said, "I just dropped it in the human world and waited a few days to see who would get it. I had no idea that it would end up with you."
"So would you mind telling me what this death notebook does, Rem?" I asked.
"Oh, I forgot to translate the letters to English, silly me," Rem responded, taking out something I'd never seen before, and the shinigami took the notebook, and began writing in it. "This may take awhile, you may want to get some rest."
I followed it's orders immediately, and went to bed, quickly falling into a deep sleep.