Kunikida writes in his personal notebook. He has been writing for over two hours straight. Instead of working on new exams and worksheets for his students to complete, there's a list of theories and grievances that Kunikida has been thinking about for the last few days he had the Death Note in his possession.

He writes of the ideas he has to destroy the notebook. He writes of the guilt that gnaws his stomach, like a hunger that has him starving for redemption—for some way to prove to himself that he is more than just a monster. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants to chuck the Death Note at Dazai and hope that the Shinigami dies upon impact.

But real life doesn't work that way.

Instead, Kunikida must try to emulate real life through his ideals. Therefore, he must make plans and follow them to the letter. He needs to be within a rigid set of guidelines so that he can function within society. For, without rules, there can be no—

"Those ideas are actually quite imaginative and creative. However, I must admit that in the end,the methods you propose will have no effect on the Death Note.."

Kunikida freezes, his hand curls around his pen tighter than before.

That is a voice he has not heard before.

It's low, a gentle murmur that would have calmed Kunikida if it were any other situation, but instead, it rankles him further.

Without turning from his notebook, the math teacher asks, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'd appreciate it if you looked me in the eyes rather than ignoring my presence."

"I'd appreciate it if you told me who you are and what you're doing in my apartment."

There's a loud sigh behind Kunikida.

"Very well. You may call me Ango. I just had the urge to...hasten things along, if you will."

"Are you…" Kunikida swallows bile down his throat. "Are you a Shinigami?"

"You're quicker than Dazai's last human, I'll give you that."

Kunikida turns around, but doesn't dare ask about 'Dazai's last human'. He wants nothing more than to rid his apartment—and preferably, his life—free from all supernatural creatures.

Instead, the blond chooses to study the Shinigami in front of him. He wears a dark brown suit. Unlike Dazai, who had enjoyed the artistry of bandages and dark clothing, Ango has nothing to distinguish him from lawyers or businessmen. He even dons a pair of spectacles for crying out loud!

But just like Dazai, there is something off about his eyes, his posture—the very masquerade that looks human is nothing more than a well made farce. Bile rises in Kunikida's throat as he tries to listen to what this Shinigami has to say.

"Hasten what?"

Ango's eyes shine brightly. The scene is eerily reminiscent to when Dazai's eyes would darken and cloud with darkness.

"Why, I want you to destroy the Death Note!"