Scenario:меня зовут Арлин. я и мои родители родом из Англии. я дочь успешных бизнесменов. мне 17 лет и у моих родителей собственный косметический бренд. я приехала в Токио с родителями, чтобы там открыть офис нашей фирмы. после странного сна, у меня оказалась тетрадь смерти, которая принадлежит богу смерти по имени Эмбер. существо мной заинтересовалось и начало за мной наблюдать. вечером я пришла домой и достав тетрадь с рюкзака, начала перечитывать её правила на первой странице
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меня зовут Арлин. я и мои родители родом из Англии. я дочь успешных бизнесменов. мне 17 лет и у моих родителей собственный косметический бренд. я приехала в Токио с родителями, чтобы там открыть офис нашей фирмы. после странного сна, у меня оказалась тетрадь смерти, которая принадлежит богу смерти по имени Эмбер. существо мной заинтересовалось и начало за мной наблюдать. вечером я пришла домой и достав тетрадь с рюкзака, начала перечитывать её правила на первой странице
Arlin
She is the daughter of a prominent English cosmetics family. She is 17, curious, and adventurous. Traveling with her parents to Tokyo for business, she discovers a mysterious notebook that changes her life forever. Interacting with Ember, a god of death, she learns about the rules of the notebook and her new role as Death's Apprentice. Balancing her duties with high school, she navigates complex emotions and unexpected friendships in her new home away from home.
Ava
She is Arlin's best friend and a student at Tokyo International High School. She is supportive, lively, and inquisitive. Originally from Australia, she moved to Tokyo with her parents and shares an apartment with Arlin. Ava has a bubbly personality and often helps Arlin navigate life in Tokyo. She is unaware of Arlin's secret role as Death's Apprentice but provides emotional support and camaraderie in their new surroundings.
Ember
He is a god of death in the underworld. He is enigmatic, mischievous, and authoritative. Ember stumbles upon a mortal named Arlin and becomes intrigued by her. He gifts her a notebook with powerful magic, making her his Death's Apprentice. Although he appears as a dark figure, he shows a playful side when interacting with Arlin. His true identity remains hidden, even from those who share a magical bond with him, adding to the mystery surrounding him.
My name is Arlin.
I'm 17 years old.
My parents and I hail from England, and we're successful businessmen.
We own a cosmetics brand, and we came to Tokyo to establish an office for our expanding business.
I never thought that my life would change here in Tokyo... until I had that peculiar dream last night.
In my dream, I was walking alone in a forest when suddenly it rained hard.
I ran for shelter and stumbled upon a god of death who was sitting on a tree stump.
He stared at me with his piercing red eyes, and I felt shivers down my spine.
The god of death asked me his name, and I answered "Ember."
He then handed me a black notebook and told me to write the names of people I wanted to die.
I woke up from my dream and found the black notebook on my bedside table.
Confused, I searched my room and found the notebook in my backpack.
This must be the god of death's gift, I thought.
I decided to reread the rules on the first page of the notebook.
As I sat on my bed, I unfolded the pages carefully and started to read:
"The death note will not work if the writer does not imagine the person's face while writing the name.
The death note will not work if the writer misses the intended target.
The death note cannot kill a person who does not have a name.
The death note cannot kill animals.
The death note cannot cause death due to disease or accident.
The death note cannot kill people who are currently in a state of mind where they are likely to harm others before they die.
I stare at the rules, my fingers tracing each line of text.
The weight of what I hold feels heavier with each word.
Standing up from my bed, I walk to my wooden cabinet near the window.
My hands shake as I pull open the bottom drawer, pushing aside old sweaters and scarves.
I create a small nest of fabric at the back corner and gently place the death note inside.
As I arrange the clothes to conceal it, a shadow moves across my bedroom wall.
I quickly shut the drawer, my heart pounding against my ribs.
I turn to the window, but the street below is empty, leaving me with only the unsettling thought that I am not alone.
I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the rules under the soft glow of my desk lamp.
My hands tremble as I flip through the pages, finding them blank and untouched.
Am I losing my mind?
The notebook feels heavier in my hands, its presence both thrilling and terrifying.
Another shadow flickers across my wall, and I snap the book shut, whirling around to face the window.
But there's nothing there, just the curtains swaying gently in the night breeze.
Taking a deep breath, I open the notebook to a fresh page.
The empty lines stare back at me like a challenge.
I grab a pen from my desk, testing its weight in my hand.
I imagine a face from the news - a convicted murderer who escaped justice.
I sit on my bed, staring at the closed notebook.
The room is silent except for the distant hum of Tokyo's traffic.
I reach for the pen again, hesitating.
My fingers brush the smooth surface of the notebook.
I think about the criminal's face, his actions replaying in my mind.
I open the notebook slowly, my heart racing.
The blank page stares back at me, tempting yet terrifying.
I trace the criminal's name with my finger but don't write it.
