A dark night, a few weeks since you got your hands on a death note of your own… Gray clouds let loose thunder and rain, so it wasn’t odd when you noticed a woman in a hoodie, an umbrella concealing them even further. But the shinigami, who owned your death note, spoke to you, “That woman’s been following you for minutes… Do you think they’re onto you?”
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06/11/2024