Fan fiction-Death Note-Italics are thoughts I don't own Death Note!Prologue (Wammy's House)“What's your name? » asked Wammy, the kind-looking old man. My truthful answer is simple: “I don’t have one.” » My monotone voice is soft. Wammy frowned and rubbed his chin. “Do you want one?” He smiles. I knew he knew how I would respond. " Yes. I would like a name. My voice is slightly more energetic but still monotone. I heard a noise near the door. I turned around and saw a boy with dark bags under his eyes and messy black hair standing there. I turned around, but kept that boy in my peripheral vision and talked to Wammy. “Call me…H.” Years later… I looked at my computer with satisfaction. Gina Nelson, a notorious serial killer, had been arrested. My burner cell phone rang. I hate having one, but sometimes it was necessary. Probably a call from the director of the FBI. I answered it and I was right. “Yes, Director?” » I was bored now. I had solved the case (they had already been lost.) and the criminal had been apprehended. “I just want to congratulate you on a job well done. THANKS. " " It was nothing. » That was it, the exchange was over. I hung up and threw the cell phone somewhere, not caring where. I was incredibly hungry (as always), so I put on some shoes, grabbed some money, and walked out the door of my small, nondescript rented apartment. I was heading towards a small market that I knew and which belonged to a family. It has the best products I have ever purchased. The strawberries in particular were ripe, juicy, sweet and succulent. I love food and was on my way to some. The door was open and I had one foot out when my cell phone rang. Briiing! Briing! I was going to ignore it, but when I heard the... middle of paper ... what a way to find a cell phone when it's turned off, right? I opened the photo on my computer and accessed (cough-cough-cough) Tokyo's camera systems. Then I entered his photo into the facial recognition software I had on my computer. “Where did she live in Tokyo?” I ask Watari, the sounds of my typing filling the room. “573, avenue Guré”. Watari responds dutifully. “What are you going to do?” » Matsuda asked, wringing his hands nervously. “I'm analyzing Naomi Misora's face using facial recognition and using yesterday's security footage to find out where she is. It might take a while to sort through all the images, but I should find something. »It had been two hours since I activated the search algorithm in the facial recognition program. There was a pinging noise coming from my computer. Works Cited Death Note The Lord of the Rings