Today is the 31st of October, a day like all the other 364, except that today is the day I know will be my last on this earth.

You may know that I am investigated by the so called greatest detective.
It was no other than the man I had to succeed.
His name was L, but he called himself Ryuzaki.
Before I tell you what happened, why I became so bitter towards him, I shall tell you a bit more about myself first.

I am known as the greatest criminal in this world.
The man who is evil himself.
That is true, I am the best
But evil?
No, I don’t call myself evil, nor do I like being called evil.
He does haunt me because of the blood on my hands, but his are no different than mine.

But enough about me.
I shall continue the story about L.

We grew up together at a place named ‘Wammy’s House’.
Both of us had the chance to become the worlds greatest detectives, but faith chose him.
I became angry at him, I hated him for being better.

He was the person looking in the mirror, and I was the one trapped in it.
So I tried to copy him.
I started to sit like him, eat like him, walk like him, being him.

I used to look in the mirror seeing myself changing each time I did.
I looked different yet so familiar.

Watari had told me many times being second is also very good and that he was proud of me.
But what did he know?
He wasn’t someone’s shadow, he wasn’t good; but just not good enough.

He tried to stop me, stop me from changing, but nobody could.
Even if they decided I could be number one after all, I would not stop.
I wanted to defeat L.

Each time he solved a case I saw everyone cheering for him, saying how good and smart he was.
It was making me sick.

Soon he was leaving Wammy’s House, but I did not intend to late him escape and get away with what he did to me.
I was leaving too, and headed towards revenge and death.

The battle had begun and whoever was going to lose, was not only going to lose the battle, but also his life.

I already had everything planned, my revenge would be the thing L hates the most; losing.

I was going to set up the perfect crime, I was going to become a mass murderer, and after I had killed three people, I would kill myself, and take the final piece of the puzzle with me to hell; myself.

Of course I would have to get his attention first, letting him know I am after him.
So every year on the day he celebrates the day of his birth I would send him a nice and lovely gift.
I would put in a note that says ‘Happy Birthday’ so he will know that I send him the package.

I started to investigate myself with a woman named Misora Naomi.
She wasn’t the most cleverest person, so my plan was going even better than I had expected.
Of course L would figure out I’m working with her, but that was only a good thing, I wanted him to come after me.

I know he would start to think differently, but he could never think like me.

There is one thing that made us different.
He was driven with passion, and I was driven with revenge.

He would love the feeling of having me cornered, having me right where he wants me.
But I have passion too, although my passion has a slight other definition.  
I want my revenge so badly, and I will not give up  until the moment I can’t breathe any longer.

I was the first ‘criminal’ that ever came close to him, the first one who was personally after him.

This is the story about L, the man I had to succeed, the man who haunts me, the man I despise and hate.