I was born unlucky. My parents left early and people around me bullied me. By chance, I picked up the Death Note, and a god of death appeared out of thin air to lure me into revenge. I looked at the pen in my hand and asked it doubtfully, "Is there a printing press?" After actually owning this note, I slowly began to feel the feeling of revenge. Later, I met some people and things, and they taught me to look forward no matter how painful or sad. So I let go of my obsession and prepared to look forward and live a good life.
