"Mommy! Mommy! Look at the pretty lights! Are they having a party?"

The little girl tugged on her nervous mother's night gown. The woman swept her child into her arms. Her brow was furrowed. They had just stepped outside to see what was going on. They didn't have a clear view but that was just as well.

"No, sweetie, The police are here."

The five year old blinked in confusion.

"The polices is having a party?"

"No, sweetie, someone got hurt."

It was a buzz of activity. The street was illuminated with spotlights. There were at least three cruisers and an ambulance. The front of the apartment building was blocked off with yellow tape. Officers were snapping pictures of the street and talking to pajama-clad witnesses. The woman watched as they loaded a stretcher into the back of an ambulance.

"Did they get an ouchie?"

A large black body bag was strapped to the stretcher. The woman's face crinkled in disgust.

"Yes, honey. Someone got hurt…really bad."

Soichiro Yagami stood on the sidewalk beside a massive pool of blood. He reviewed his notes once more. The victim had fallen from a significant height and landed on his head. Death was almost instantaneous. He was shirtless. There was no ID on him but he appeared to be around the age of thirty. One remarkable detail stood out about this individual. His chest looked to have been carved by a sharp knife. It said "失敗[failure]"

Soichiro removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. All around him, curious onlookers were straining to see. Some of the really bold ones called out the most grotesque questions.

"What happened?"

"Where's the body?"

"Is that a piece of brain?"

It made him sick to his stomach. The crime scene was like any other he had visited in his time on the force. It was the morbid curiosity overflowing from the onlookers that made him shake his head.

He opened his wallet and retrieved a photo of his family. He let out a defeated sigh. They lived in a world that was getting more and more violent by the day, no, the hour. He tried his best to instill good morals in his elementary school aged son. Would Light be able to grow into an ethical young man in such turbulent times?

Well, I've seen everything out here, time to head into the apartment.

"Are you sure you don't want medical attention? You've had a very rough couple of days." Detective

Yukimura exchanged a look with Yagami when he walked in. A man in a white tee-shirt and black wrinkled slacks was sitting on the bed. He had a cigarette in one hand and a brown piece of fabric bunched up in the other."

"I'm quite sure." His face was difficult to read.

"I appreciate you cooperating with us. I know it's late and you're tired but you would mind repeating what happened once more, Usami-san?"

"I had just started to fall asleep when I heard a scratching at my door. It was very feint. I was about to go investigate when it got quiet again. I closed my eyes and about…ten minutes passed when I heard this loud thud. It was outside. I didn't think much of it until a woman started shrieking. I ran outside as quickly as I could. I was worried she was in danger. That's when I saw him. I called you almost immediately."

"Was that around the time you saw the note on your door?"

"Yes."

Yagami consulted his photos. A message was scrawled in sloppy letters on the door he had just come in through. It was written in blood. "I couldn't do it."

"Do you have any theories as to what that was in reference to?"

Usagi blew out a puff of smoke.

"I have no idea. I didn't write it."

"You said you had an altercation with the deceased earlier this evening?"

"Yes. "

"Could you identify him?"

"He gave me his name but I wasn't paying attention at the time."

"Is that how your hand was injured?" Yagami gestured to the red tinted dressings.

"Yes. I was put in a position where I had to defend myself."

"Why didn't you go to the police right after the incident at the bar?"

"I didn't see a need. He wasn't the first unstable fan I've come into contact with. However he was one of the worst."

"I see, and you're quite positive you don't recall his name?"

Usagi gave it some more thought.

"Rin…Rin Yami."

There was a cough and scuffle. A young officer stepped into the room.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Detective Yukimura, we recovered a set of car keys from the deceased. We found something in the car we think you should see. It's linked to another ongoing investigation of yours."