"Jenny, why do you always seem so isolated?" a voice asked, pulling a little girl slowly from her thoughts.
Her eyes fluttered open as she began to observe her surroundings, lifting her hand to see a bandage wrapped around it.
She found herself seated in a room that was luxurious and extravagant, as if part of a palace, while at the same time very familiar.
'Where am I?' Jenny wondered, memories flooding back of the last horrifying image of the man who had killed her and had once again come in an attempt to kill her family once again.
"Jenny, are you okay?" the voice called again, breaking through her reverie. She looked up to see a boy sitting just an arm's length away, his deep amber eyes focused on her.
With one hand, he was giving the bandages back to a maid standing nearby.
"R-Ryuk?" Jenny gasped as recognition washed over her. The same boy who had shattered her life was now seated before her.
