You decide walking down to Downtown, home to the sickest people and dirtiest criminals.
The Death Note in one hand, pen in the other, you look around for a good test subject, when you look just next to you where a man is robbing a man's car. «From Adrei Hanson with love!» He said, looking at the driver on the ground, looking at you at the same time. You managed to see his face and decided to test it on him.
«A-dr-ei Han-son» You spell to yourself... thinking you should write a cause of death. «Car Ex-plo-sion.» You spell to yourself again, looking at your watch as the man gets away.
«38-39-40.» As the needle hits the 40th second, a loud explosion was heard and flame were saw from afar. «It works... It really works...»
Heading back home, you sit at your desk to meditate... but it wasn't long before you think that this is the greatest thing to happen to you. You smirk and say: «With this, I'll be the god of a pure world.»
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