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Cool, midnight breeze tickles Light’s skin like a breath of relief from the earth itself. There’s a faint smell of smoke somewhere, a sign of active human life even in the dead of night.
Kira keeps watch over his new world from the balcony.
Peaceful.
Exactly how it should be.
He wonders what kinda view Ryuk had from his world. The shinigami once told him that he sees absolutely everything.
Cackle
Light looks down at the ground; the orange glow from a flimsy street-light casting a dark human shadow, and just behind that, a pair of large, jagged feathered wings.