I don't know when or how the squad started, but What I do know is how I joined the squad, and what has happened since. Before I tell you when and how I joined, I must tell you how I became a Shinigami. I was just your average teenage boy. I had just moved to Karakura town, Japan. I was crossing the street, coming home from the store. The roads were unusually empty and quiet. As I began to cross the street, I suddenly heard tires screeching, gunshots, and police sirens blazing. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed. My vision was flashing in and out, and then I was back in the street. I felt different, somehow. I continued to walk home. When I arrived, I sat at the dinner table. My brother, my sister, and my parents were crying. I asked what was wrong, but nobody noticed. I asked again. No response. Suddenly, my dad said, "I just can't believe that he's dead."

"Who's dead?", I asked.

I then noticed that my mom was holding a picture of me from when I was little. "I'm not dead, I'm right here." I then noticed for the first time that I had a chain on my chest. For a whole hour, I just stood, crying. I had finally realized that I was dead. I sat for two days. Then, a large black creature, waring a bone-white mask came toward me. It was headed straight for me. I ran and hid under a car. It was no use. The creature knocked the car away as if it were a toy. I was helpless as a mouse cornered by a cat. I could only sit and wait as the monster reached ever closer, mouth watering. Suddenly, an orange haired kid with a big sword appeared out of nowhere.