Five years ago I was residing at the college my father worked at as a professor. The top student in his class was a young man named Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki was amazing, bright, cunning, and as you can tell I am rather attracted to the incredibly brilliant type. I was obsessed. I felt unnoticed to him and it slowly began to drive me into madness. Unfortunately all my accusations were completely off because in truth he had noticed me as well. As soon as the school slowly began to reveal a darker side I began to piece together a secret I was never meant to find out. This new information I acquired put me into grave danger and on the number one hit list of a mad man using the school as a cover. I was put under a protection unit run by the great detective L. I shared the information I had, and as I did the threat of my life began to grow with every word I spoke. I still had to hold a normal appearance as though nothing was suspicious at all, but I made a mistake. I wasn't the only one though. The more I communicated through L and Ryuzaki the more I began to uncover similarities. When you are as obsessed as I was it really wouldn't be hard. I came to the conclusion that they were both the same person. Because of this discovery I began to trust this L character more and abide closer to the guide lines he was giving me. It was a good thing I did because the insecurities I had would have cost me my life and almost did.

I am not a very trusting person. I judge every one I meet and can't help but pick them apart and leave them with everything that would lead me to dislike them. There is only two people in this world who I can truly say I trust; my father, Prof. While Cunningham, and L with the many aliases' he holds. I have one of those people in my life right now. The other person is gone. I am not allowed to know where he is nor talk to him. The closest I can get is Watari, but lately all contact has been cut off as well. Two years ago I moved to Russia leaving my father in England; he wouldn't leave his school for the world. I am not alone though, I have Marie, my daughter. She is three years old and the joy of my life. Brilliant, smart, and some what egotistical are all words that can describe her. But it pains me when she asks about "daddy," the one thing I can never give her a clear answer on.