"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The shrill cry of a woman in pain rang through the night. A young girl watched as her foster mother bled out on the ground, her face more pale than the snow that softly fell. A dark figure stood over the nearly dead body, cackling and raising his knife to stab the woman again.

"No! Please! Don't do it!" the girl shrieked as the man brought down his knife.

"There are more ways to kill than a Death Note," the man cackled. "Now, give me the Shinigami Stone!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the girl trembled, clutching the big blue jewel that hung around her neck.

"Yes you do! That jewel can do so many things that your mind could never dream of!"

"No! I won't give it to you!" the girl shrieked, starting to back away. The man raised the bloody knife, ready to strike, but the girl sent out the invisible hands that all Diclonius girls had: vectors. The man, knowing what was coming, ran out of her reach. Her vectors could go 13 meters, but he was out of the way before she knew it.. "I can kill you with the slightest touch. Don't come running back here, or you'll die," she snickered.

"Oh, you will, will you? Well, then I'll leave you alone this time. But be warned: I'll be back." The man ran off into the darkness, leaving nothing but his bloody knife behind. The girl then remembered her dying foster mother, who was panting softly now.

"Are you okay?" the girl whispered.

"Take my Death Note. When you meet Ryo, he will help you find who I have been looking for all these years."

"But..." the girl protested. She and her mother had been traveling all over Japan since the girl was six, but she never knew who or what her mother was looking for.

"Find... L," the woman gasped. "But first, write my name in my Death Note. The ownership will be transferred to you. Then... find... L."

"What? Me, kill you?"

"I am suffering. You must ease my suffering. A quick death is nothing compared to dying slowly like this," she whispered.

"As you wish," the girl said softly. She slowly bent over and picked up her mother's Death Note, which had fallen on the ground next to her. She gasped, as a startling figure appeared in front of her.

"What are you?" she whispered.

"I am the shinigami Ryo. I have followed your mother around for years, invisible to all but you. Hurry, if you don't do it now, the notebook's ownership will be passed on to the man who caused all this chaos in the first place."

"Okay," the girl whispered. She took the man's knife, and cut a slit in her own hand. Using her own blood, she wrote the name of her adopted mother.

"Thank... you," the woman whispered, before wheezing one last breath and then stopping altogether.

"I will avenge you," the girl whispered. "No matter what."