She was a shadow in society. One of those people you walk past but hardly even acknowledge they're there. She had been like this since her birth. Neglected. Abandoned. Ignored.

All up until a strange man took her in after finding her alone on the bustling streets of New York. He took her to an orphanage - one for the gifted and talented. During the years she spent there, she was educated to the extent where her intellect surpassed that of the average human being. The man claimed she'll be a great mastermind one day and saying that everyone will know her name.

But that's the funny thing, you see. She didn't have a name.

Being deserted by her mother after she was born, she was thrown into a home for abandoned children. There, they didn't have the decency to name her either. They chose to call her 'girl' or 'brat' after leaning she'd been given no name by her birth mother. It was sickening; degrading. This home was no better than some sort of penitentiary. Both the children and the adults were cruel. Being one of the younger children (and therefore vulnerable), they beat her badly. At that time, she supposed she deserved it; she always had some kind of snarky remark in the back of her mind that was rewarded with a slap.

But, on a night when the owner passed out drunk on the floor, she saw her chance and took it. She doubt they'd miss her. Escaping through a side window, she lived for three years on the streets, adapting to her environment and learning how to survive. Sometime during those long years, the strange man found her and whisked her away from all her hardships.

At this orphanage, identities didn't matter too much. They'd dubbed her 'Agent' because - to state it simply - that's what she was. It wasn't a name per se, but it was better than nothing. She was raised there until she reached the age of sixteen. At that point, she left, bored with the American city streets and yearning to see the world. That's precisely what she did - travelling from country to country, continent to continent; just to escape reality.

Of course, this travelling came with a cost. She could move as freely as she liked, funded by her benefactors, under one condition: she had to complete any case assigned to her without complaint. She expected as much.

Naturally, she agreed to this and did whatever was asked of her. Doing her research in a dark hotel room before sending it to the whoever ran the case under the safety of her alias. She assisted in many widely known cases, never being credited for her efforts all the while - not that it fazed her. She could care less. But she always did her job, flawlessly and on time, as promised.

However, one thing she never did was involve herself in an investigation without being asked to first. That is, unless it really excited her! Any other boring case just wasn't worth her time.

Japan was her current home, the Kanto region to be specific. She had recently gone back to America after being notified of a rather severe serial murder investigation that had been taking place in LA. So, after spending a few weeks working on that case and submitting her findings, she decided to take a vacation and spend some time in Asia - somewhere she scarcely ever visited.

One evening, she found herself painfully bored, mindlessly skipping through TV channels that failed to appeal to her. she came upon a certain news channel that sparked her interest. A sharply man dressed in a suit and tie sat behind a desk that held a card bearing the name 'Lind. L Taylor'. She'd missed the first part of the broadcast but, judging from his spiteful words, he was making an accusation. The accused, she soon learned, was named Kira.

Tailor made a rather obvious point of saying that what he was doing (although she hadn't the faintest clue what this Kira was actually doing. Apparently she'd been living under a rock) was wrong and evil; ranting on for a good two minutes, practically reciting War and Peace. She was itching to research this mysterious Kira and discover what terrible wrongdoings he'd committed. The man on the TV was boring her to death and she considered switching the channel once more. However, before she had chance to so much as touch the remote, the man collapsed onto the desk and clawed at his shirt wildly, his face contorting in pain. He died there and then. Now, this definitely caught her interest.

Sitting there stunned, she stared intently at the screen - much like most other Japanese citizens watching the news station right now - as the man was dragged offstage by two man. Frowning, she wondered why the hell they hadn't cut the broadcast yet. Surely this was bad for publicity. Her questions were soon answered when the screen cut to a white background with a gothic letter slapped right in the centre. This was a letter which she had seen before and was very familiar with.

L.

L began to speak, his words coming out distorted through what was likely to be a voice scrambler, and revealed that this whole broadcast was a rather risky stunt used to catch Kira in his own trap. Believing he was killing the real L (in other words - a threat), Kira caused the man to die of a heart attack without actually having been present in the room. Unsurprisingly, she was intrigued. She thought that she absolutely had to involve herself in the case now; it would be a great shame to miss out on all the fun!

Keeping her eyes glued to the screen, she reached over to her phone and called the most recent number. After a few moments, the dial tone was replaced by a voice.

"What?"

"Hey. I need you to do something for me." She replied, inspecting her fingernails lazily.

"And what exactly would that be?" The voice asked curiously.

She smirked. "Arrange me a meeting with L. I think we might have something interesting to discuss."