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I am so disappointed.
Somehow in my mind I concluded that those who followed Kira were
smarter, better people. Yet as I gazed at that computer screen I
could see just how wrong I really was. I am the only one who was
brave enough to act our Kira's will. Upon every website I gaze upon,
they are a buzz about the murder. I thought I wouldn't be the only
one to act. Yet I was the only one brave enough, the only one so
willing to change the world. Was this how Kira felt when he looked at
the world and saw how lazy people were?

Though I would like to do
something, I cannot show my rage. I am in public after all, I have to
maintain some sort of dignity even though my face is concealed by a
hood. I've made sure to be very careful lately. I observe every
person around me closely to see if I am being followed. I find myself
studying the placement of security cameras and facing away from them,
even when I'm not acting as the hand of justice. It makes me wonder
if I am to continue my work whether my paranoia will drive me insane.

That's the thing really,
as I look upon all the useless people in the world, I ask myself, why
should I save them? It's a nagging voice, one that I would rather
forget but it keeps persisting, and at moments I find myself tempted
to listen. But then I remember, as I look upon the faces of the
innocent, children smiling so care free, and finding wonder in the
dullest of things, I remember why I murdered that man last night. I
have come to accept that the generation that bought the fall of Kira
is a lost cause, but the children remain uncorrupted, and can be
easily molded to the principals of justice.

So I look back upon my
computer, and type in code for all those willing to believe me that I
am the who murdered that man for Kira, and that those who wish to
join me should meet me at the designated spot. Half the people are
skeptical, half accuse me of being unfaithful to Kira. They tell me
the true Kira will return soon, that I should not dare to try and do
his work, that the story of his death is merely police propaganda.
How little they know, and how much they choose to ignore sickens me
to no end. I take my leave with mixed feelings.

There's something quite
intriguing and haunting about abandoned buildings. Hotel's for
instance, especially when exploring one that seems like it could
reopen at any moment. I wonder about the people who may have passed
through here, their hopes, their dreams. As I wait for my followers
to arrive I wander Hotel New Royal, and imagine myself a ghost
floating through the corridors, watching all the people pass me by.

When I came back down to
reception I saw the first few followers had arrived. They seemed
rather intimidated by my presence and I'm not surprised considering
the way I'm dressed. My face was covered by a black and red mask I
that carved up and reshaped from a motorcycle helmet. I wore a brown
overcoat with a hood that covered the rest of my face, and had a
bulletproof vest under the black shirt and repainted motorcycle armor
I was wearing. No one would be able to tell who I was, or even my
gender. So once more I was disappointed to see most of the people
who had come weren't even wearing sunglasses to conceal themselves.

“My fellow Kira
Worshipers, I am the one who murdered the serial killer Jiro Hideki,”
with those words I knew I had grabbed their attention, smiling under
my mask I continued,

“Look at
yourselves, look at what we followers of justice have been reduced
to. We must no longer hide in shadow as the world slowly regresses to
it's previous state. We must send a message to all those who will
listen that Kira can never die!” They cheered me, and once more
I could not help but be just a bit disgusted at how easy it was to
sway people. I could lead them, but they may not want that. Even if
they choose someone else, I can always control that person to my
bidding, and if they make a mistake, I wouldn't have to take the fall
for it. Either way I win.

“We must have
someone to guide us though in this hour of need. Of all the people
here who do you think should lead us to victory?” Although a
few insisted themselves, most looked to me. One bold person shouted,

“All hail Neo Kira!” and I didn't know he was talking
about me until they chanted back as they looked to me. I couldn't
believe how perfect everything had come together. A plan formulating
in my mind, I knew just how I could strike fear into the hearts of
enemies of justice.

“I will begin to
put my plan into action, for now you are all dismissed.” They
cleared out slowly, carefully. I went up to the man who had shouted
and stopped him moving by grabbing his arm. He shook when he turned
to me, sweat dripping down his face. I know I shouldn't be amused by
his fear, considering the nice name and loyalty he'd got me, but I
just couldn't help it.

“Do you have a
video camera?” He nodded uneasily, and I let go of his arm. I
got out the gun from my trenchcoat and commanded,

“Come with me, we
have work to do.”