Korasa followed the young man named Alexander Star as usual. This was the lucky man that picked up her book. It's name hellfire etched in fire. The fact that a collage boy had managed to pick it up really pissed her off however getting picky over something so simple...well wasn't her style. She was a shinigami far worse than the one that handled kira. It wasn't as if kira started a trend in the world but her job would be made a lot easier if there was another taking care of the deaths. That was why she left her book on the back seat of a bus hoping that the right person...with the right mind would pick it up. Of course she kept herself hidden until that right person picked it up. Wouldn't it be something if she left it for the president but that was far beyond her , and no shinigami was allowed to.<br/><br/>She had followed the man , and such but her heart was not in just following. She wanted trouble, wreckless, killing-trouble. Such things that would make a man shudder. Her white hair, and jet black wings seemed to complement the fact that she was a soul taker. She didn't play fair and her only other competition was Anso in the area. Anso was  another shinigami that like her loved taking lives. That was there mission.<br/><br/>She floated next to alex as if she was a ghost. " So what are we going to do now. Your boring....come on do something bad." She smiled. A shinigami had to be good with persuasiveness which she was. Actually she was overly good. Evil was her middle name. "Do something ....dark...kill those that have been mean to you...all you have to do is write a name in the book." The fact that this man had yet to kill someone was driving her insane. Her kill ratio was zero to zero with him, and that just wasn't right.<br/><br/>Her body floated through the crowd some shivered others didn't even realize it. Her staff seemed to stick right through a man's head, but the man didn't feel a thing or know about it. The fact that she was stalking alex seemed to make her laugh. A stalker...is that what shinigami's have turned into? This fact was alone the reason why she always had a glint of mischievousness.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jasmine lovelace was so happy to be accepted inside the best detective business in the country. The office was her life it was her world. It was the very place that she actually felt rush, and feel of justice. Ever since Light had died she felt this Eire feeling that the world would just collapse, and justice would get muddled with injustice. That was why she came here to help catch the injustice, and crack the hardest cases in the world.<br/><br/>Ever since she was little she had a need to take down the evil people in the world. The very people that took her father away who was nothing but a kind man. A man that had gotten shot through the back of his head when she was five. At that moment her mother knew that Jasmine was meant to be a detective that she was meant to take down the scum of the world.<br/><br/>Jasmine on the other hand always thought everything was a clear line of black, and white that there was no gray lining in the detective business but then that line got crossed when Kira was found to be serial killer. Kira who she had talked , spent time with, and spoken with back when they were teens. It was hard for her to believe at first but once she cracked the fact that their was gray lining in her head she was able to realize just how much she wanted to be a detective. The very reason she joined the force task that she did was to pay her tribute to L, and also to do as much as she could to help with figuring out if their were more such instances as Kira. She learnt that nothing was out of the box when being a detective.<br/><br/>She threw the file she was reading down onto the desk and leaned back in her chair with a bright smile on her face. Her outfit was far from normal for a detective. She refused to dress in what most called "business wear." Instead she like to wear dusty jeans, or leggings, with a skirt, along with a tank top, or some other regular shirt. It made her stand out at work but that did not meant that she was bad at her job. Actually, she was very close to Near, and Melloâ€™s ways of thinking. So close infact that she was very close to being rated top with them. She worked most the time with Near , and it seemed near preferred to work with her as well. Sometimes it would be just them too sitting out in an all nighter re-running through files, and videos.<br/><br/>Her left hand ran through her hair then she stood up suddenly and walked from her office, into the hallway, then all the way to Nearâ€™s office not even knocking. She barged in and allowed the door to slam shut behind her. Reaching the knob she locked the door. It was rare for someone to barge in but she really didnâ€™t want to be disturbed as her and near rarely got alone time. If she just faced the fact she was actually sorta in a way has feelings for him but she would never face that fact. She made her way around the desk and placed the file on his desk. " Their is a similarity, and yet an oddity to these deathsâ€¦Iâ€™m not sure why but Iâ€™m connecting these 17 victims that all died at the same time under a Kira tag category. One jumped from a skyscraper, and another jumped in front of a train much like suicides. But the difference is they were done at the same time. The rest of deathâ€™s are far from average and yet each has its own oddity due to the fact that they were all done at the same time." She turned to pace somewhere along the wall trying to contemplate what all this meant. It was a large number far larger than Kira especially at the same time. Could it really be multiple people, or coincidence. She waited to hear for Nearâ€™s logical voice.