"72 down, 232 more to go…" I murmured spiritlessly to myself as I leisurely recorded an account of Piko's death in my treasured yellow diary with a blasé expression upon my face whilst floating in the sky, as if it was natural thing to do, a mere chore.

I looked stared down at the city beneath me and observed the humans walking in it, carrying on with their lives, giving me a sense of nostalgia. The street lamps were so bright that they nearly blinded my eyes; indeed, from the sky, they surely looked like the stars of the Earth.

"Has it been 72 people already?" I mused languidly, lifting my head to gaze at the tranquil moon; echoing my previous thought as if I had just noticed the number.

"How long did I take to slaughter all those people?…" was what I proceeded to ponder whilst letting the moon's soft and gentle light shine upon my soul.

How long have I been dead? How long more will I take to eradicate all those people that I despised? Innumerable questions flowed into my head, one by one, like how a slow river would flow on a gentle slope.

"Why am I killing all those insignificant humans?" I asked myself aloud tiredly, sounding exhausted and almost unconscious of the fact that I was talking to myself again, as if it was an reflex.

That was when I recalled that I had killed myself as I could not take the pressure of being alive, crushed by reality. That was my way of escaping the terrible world I lived in. However, unexpectedly, I had bore such a strong grudge against the world for torturing me while I was alive that instead of reincarnating, which was what that should have happened, I returned on Earth as a vengeful spirit. Quite the irony, if I may say so myself.

Initially, killing people that I had grievance against as a phantom was fun. It gave me such joy, such exhilaration to know I possessed unearthly powers that they did not. Indeed, their lives were in the palm of my hands. My new found powers allowed me decide the fates of some insignificant humans.

Thus, I killed and I killed. I laughed mockingly at the fools who beseeched me for my mercy. To think that some time ago, they were the ones who were mocking me, teasing me, making my life an utter nightmare. Now, they were the insects lying at my feet, imploring me to spare their puny lives. Of course, what goes around comes around and I gave them what they rightly deserved, death.

Yet, the novelty soon wore off and killing became tiresome, tedious. I grew accustomed to the begging they gave. It became typical, something customary. All the excuses and reasons they gave me started sounding the same; they had no imagination at all. Truly, what one human thought of, another 71 would have already thought of it.

"This is absurdly BORING! I should just stop and just get myself reincarnated or go heaven or hell or something." grumbling nosily to myself, I turned and tossed in mid air as if I was lying on a bed.

"Don't bother thinking what you should do next."
A smooth, slightly low and husky voice appeared abruptly behind me , catching me by unawares. His sentence was quiet and flat, toneless to the extent it felt cold. Right then, my instinct immediately warned me that he was an approaching danger and that I should run away

Turning around so as to see who this anonymous male was and understand what I was going to be defending myself against, I faced him directly and instantly demanded him to answer my questions.

"Who are you? And what do you mean by that comment you just made?"
I glared at him, annoyed and provoked by his insolent comment without even an proper introduction. Yet, at the same time, I was also cautious of him for the siren bells were ringing loudly within me, telling me that I was in a bad situation.

"My name is Len Kagamine and I mean exactly what I have just said." he replied impassively with a determined expression upon his immaculate face.

"Rin Kagamine, you are hereby arrested for breaking the laws of our world."