It's not very prudent of Kunikida to ignore his usual route home and investigate the mysterious object, but here he stands. There is something calling to him, something primal. It is an instinct that cannot be repressed for it is only bolstered by his innate sense of curiosity. Damn it all, Kunikida thinks that he should not have been as curious, so willing to go out of his way just for something that could be gone by the time he arrives.

Despite his reservations, Kunikida finds himself staring in disbelief at this strange notebook on the ground.

Upon further observation, it's written in English, something that Kunikida hasn't specialized in, but he knows the gist of the title. It's called "Death Note".

Kunikida scoffs, thinks to throw the notebook away, and suddenly, he throws the notebook in a satchel he has for everyday use. There is just something...something Kunikida can't name as he hurries down to his apartment.

The minutes are ticking; seconds are already lost because of his small detour.

Once Kunikida shuts his door and locks it, the blond moves over to a table and places his newfound notebook onto the surface. The stark white font stands in stark contrast against the dark black cover. It's nothing unusual, any edgy teenager could have had the creativity and the originality to make a weird notebook. However, once Kunikida opens the book, he can see that there are rules.

And, after he manages to look up some of the English words, he can see that they're well written.

From previous experience when dealing with students, anyone could write in English. Well structured sentences aren't too hard; one could just use a verified translator. But, the major cause for concern is the rules. The rules are too well written, too well thought out. Any possible loophole Kunikida thinks of exploiting are already answered within the context of the rule itself or is answered in a neighboring paragraph.

Kunikida, being a math teacher, counts the rules.

There are at least sixty-six.

No student or child would ever go this far for a prank.

But, being the logical person he is, the blond merely scoffs and places the book back into his satchel. Perhaps tomorrow he'll inquire if anyone has lost this so-called "Death Note".

He swears that he does not feel disappointment or the overwhelming urge to grab a pen and experiment.