It was just a
regular night in New York City ,
with the brightly-lit bar about to close. A brunette calmly wished customers
‘good night’ as they walked out, others staging drunkenly, the female bar
singer ending her song of the night. A Japanese came out from the backroom and
asked the bartender for a quick fix, and the other employees set up their
belongings and wished the head ‘good night’ before departing as well. In the
venue remained two other customers, one with a scotch in his hands and the
other with his legs crossed and reading the local paper.
As the door
closed with a soft click, the female finished her song and the head bartender
swiftly walked to the door, locking it and switching off the lights on the
side, shutting down the lights on the outside, signaling its’ close. He then
flipped the sign so it read ‘Come back tomorrow’, and pulled the indoor
shutters down. Once this was done, he turned towards the four remaining people
on the inside and cocked a brow.
“So what’s
tonight’s agenda?”
The reign of
Kira had continued since its start in 2003. Attempts to stop this man called
Kira were unsuccessful, commonly resulting in death. The only people to ever
come close were former members of the SPK, who had later died as a result.
After that event, no one ever dared to stop the killer. People started
worshiping, the nations’ leaders bowed down to him, and they were at his
utter mercy.
