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The following day, Sukiro arrived fairly late to her English class in To-Oh University. Mainly because she had stayed up later than usual the night before, imagining a world were she could get rid of who she pleased, whenever she pleased, without any consequence whatsoever. But also because she had woken up without a grain of motivation to assist her university. It was the best university in Tokyo, one which anyone with an ounce of brain would die to study at. Anyone but Sukiro. She hated that place just as much as she hated pretty much everything. She didn't even know why she had chosen to follow the career she had applied to. She had nothing to do with Criminal justice, nor did Criminal Justice had anything to do with her. As a matter of fact, justice meant nothing to her. Why was she there, then? She didn't have the slightest clue. Because she could, maybe. Or maybe because she liked irony.

When she entered the classroom, everyone was completely silent. It was a heavy silence, one that even she, a girl who knew silence more than anyone else, felt uncomfortable with. A piercing silence that demanded noise, but was too afraid to bring it itself. Everyone turned to Sukiro as she closed the door behind her, almost as if they had been waiting for her all along. Although that was definitely not the case.

Sukiro sat in her usual place at the back row, behind a brunette girl who always wore her hair in a ponytail. Sukiro preferred her own hair down, mainly because, in a way, it felt like a shield. She didn't hide her face behind her hair, but it somehow felt as if it slightly shielded her from the world. She looked around and noticed everyone but two people were in the room. Two girls, to be specific. Gina Tadao and Suni Akako, to be even more specific.

Sukiro let out a shriek without intending to. She didn't notice how everyone in the room turned to look at her in surprise. Without a second thought, Sukiro stood up from her seat and jolted to the door, her heart piercing her chest with heavy beats.

"It must be a coincidence," Sukiro let out once she dropped to the ground on the rooftop of the university, both exhausted and terrified . She had locked the door behind her, although it was unlikely that someone would come after her. Anyone who did could get into trouble, as stupid as it sounded. "I must clear my head. It isn't possible that I killed them!"

Sukiro closed her eyes and took a few minutes to calm herself down. She needed to think clearly. She couldn't let herself act upon impulses as she had just done. What would everyone think of her running away just after arriving to class? Would she look suspicious? No, of course not. She hoped not.

"Maybe they aren't even dead," She muttered to herself. "It wouldn't be unlike girls like them to miss class."

But both of them? They weren't even friends. In fact, Sukiro had never seen them speak to each other before. She disliked them both, but she had to admit that they were very different to each other. Although they were equally unpleasing to her.

After a few minutes of reflection, Sukiro began to feel better. She was no longer as agitated as she had just been, which made everything easier to her, even breathing. Sukiro even began to laugh after a few seconds of silence. She had been so unlike herself today, and it was hilarious. You're not as hard to unsettle as you had thought, Sukiro, she thought to herself with a smile. You're the most annoying of them all, after all.

Sukiro pulled out her death note from her backpack and opened it up to the page where her first two victims were written on. Of course she didn't know if they were actually her victims, and a part of her hoped they weren't. But if they were, would she be a victim if she wrote her own name down? Or would she still be a murderer? More importantly, did it even matter?

"You're easy to find," A voice said from overhead. Sukiro looked up in shock as a tall creature descended gracefully before her. There was nothing graceful about its appearance, though. It was a black skeletal creature with long black hair that resembled dead snakes more than it did hair falling from its head. It had red eyes and a demonic smile on its face.

Sukiro didn't scream this time, but stared at the creature in front of her in horrified shock. A demon had come for her. Would she be taken to hell for her sins? Had she truly committed murder?

"Now, now, don't you look so scared," The creature said as it stretched a helping had at her. She turned her shocked glare at the offering hand, finding the gesture even more terrorizing than the creature itself. What in the world was happening?

The creature sighed and decided to sit down in front of her instead. "I guess I should introduce myself first. I must look truly horrifying to a human, huh? I guess I'd thought that a human who had used the death note wouldn't deem me as horrifying anymore, since you are in a way horrifying yourself."

"D-death note?" Sukiro repeated in a breathless voice and looked down to the notebook she was holding in her hands just for a fleeting second before gaping back at the creature before her. A demon, she concluded. It is definitely a demon.

"I'm Yuuko, a Shinigami, and also the owner of the death note you're holding," the creature said and then, with a second thought, added, "The previous owner, actually. You are the new owner now."

"Death note," Sukiro said again, although this time with less terror in her voice. She turned her eyes back to the notebook in her hands once again, although this time she kept them there. "So it's real? This notebook?"

Yuuko nodded with an evil grin. "You've tried it out already, haven't you?"

"I'm a murderer," Sukiro looked up at the Shinigami in front of her in realization. This time, she surprisingly had a smile on her face. "I truly murdered them. I..." She trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Why did she suddenly have so much adrenaline running through her veins, a thrill that brightened her face with sadistic evil. "Are you here to kill me?"

"Of course not," Yuuko answered. "I'm here to see you die the slowest, most entertaining death I've ever seen. I'm here to see the death note in action in a human's possession."

Sukiro didn't care about the death part of what the Shinigami had just said. She was there to spectate. And spectate she would, for Sukiro was suddenly filled by the power that she had just realized she held. When Yuuko noticed this, she smiled in satisfaction and stood up, once again offering a helping had to Sukiro.

This time, Sukiro reached for Yuuko's hand without hesitation.