The city hummed with traffic, coffee scents, and sunlight crashing through apartment windows, glinting off laptops, sneakers, and posters of anime heroes and soccer legends. Five souls were about to collide with destiny, but for now, they were just trying to survive the morning.
Scene 1: Axel's Sleek Apartment - INT. MORNING
AXEL SPADES, a chiseled pro soccer player, stretches dramatically, one leg on the counter, one arm yanked across his chest. He tosses a soccer ball, which thwacks the wall and nearly decapitates a lamp.
AXEL: (grinning, to himself) Yo, Axel, you're gonna crush practice today. Messi who? Thwack! (ball hits wall) Oh, come on, not the protein shake! (catches bottle mid-fall) Nice save, champ!
Ball ricochets again, knocking over a signed Ronaldo poster.
AXEL: (gasps) My boy Cristiano! Sorry, king! (kisses poster, rehangs it) Gotta work on my aim… or maybe the wall's just jealous.
DYLAN PLANE, a lanky anime fanatic, is buried under a blanket avalanche. His glasses are crooked, smudged with pizza grease. Manga towers teeter on his desk next to a sad houseplant named "Naruto." His phone blares Demon Slayer theme music as his alarm screeches.
DYLAN: (mumbling, half-asleep) Five more minutes… Tanjiro needs me… (swats alarm) Shut up, you stupid Water Breathing wannabe! (phone auto-plays next episode) Oh, come on, another cliffhanger? (sits up, glasses sliding) Fine, one more episode… or, like, six. (yawns) Why's morning gotta be my final boss?
Manga stack collapses with a thud.
DYLAN: (panicked) Noooo, Luffy! My One Piece babies! (scrambles to restack) I'm a terrible Straw Hat captain…
HAKARI, a wannabe rap star, lounges on his bed, laptop wobbling on his knees. Headphones blast his latest track. He sips from a "World's Okayest Rapper" mug, recording with a fake British accent.
HAKARI: (into mic, posh) Oi, mates, it's Hakari, your lyrical lord, droppin' bars hotter than a London scone! (cackles, nearly spills coffee) Yo, this track's gonna slap harder than my grandma's flip-flop! (bobs head, snapback wobbles) Aight, let's hear that beat again. (hits play, raps) "I'm the king, no bling, make the whole world sing—"
Laptop slides, coffee sloshes.
HAKARI: (panicked) No, no, no! Not the keyboard! (wipes frantically) Chill, Hakari, you're still a legend. (grins) World ain't ready for this fire.
Scene 4: Lena's Bathroom-Turned-Opera House - INT. MORNING
LENA, a budding diva, belts scales into a hairbrush in the shower. Shampoo suds form a crown. Her cat, sprawled on the bath mat, glares. A neighbor's dog howls outside.
LENA: (singing, operatic) Laaaaaaa-AAAAAA! (hits a wild high note, twirls) Take that, Grammy snobs! (points hairbrush at mirror) I'm comin' for you, Beyoncé! (slips, catches herself) Whoops, almost pulled a diva dive! (giggles, sings again) Oooooooh, sole mioooo—
CAT: (hisses, unimpressed)
LENA: (mock-offended) Excuse you, Mr. Whiskers, this is art! (winks) You're just jealous you can't hit these notes. (resumes singing, louder) LAAAAAAAA!
Dog outside howls louder.
LENA: (grinning) Yo, we're a duet now! Bow-wow, baby!
DAMION SNOW, a deadpan priest, adjusts his collar with surgical precision. He's stacking chairs for community service, muttering prayers. A rogue soccer ball (Axel's) rolls into the courtyard.
DAMION: (eyebrow raised) A soccer ball? What is this, divine intervention or just terrible aim? (kicks ball back toward street, perfectly) Not today, Satan. (dusts hands, deadpan) Lord, grant me patience for Mrs. Jenkins' hymn rants. (glances at bell tower clock) And maybe a coffee. Amen.
He resumes stacking, muttering.
DAMION: (sarcastic) Oh, joy, another day of explaining why we can't sing 'Baby Shark' at mass. (sighs) Destiny, if you're listening, I'm ready for a plot twist.
The city pulses. AXEL juggles his ball, DYLAN binges anime, HAKARI raps, LENA sings, and DAMION prays. They're clueless that destiny's out there, sipping coffee and winding up for a cosmic prank.
Scene: Bean There, Done That Café - INT. MID-MORNING
The café hums with chatter and clinking mugs. AXEL SPADES, DYLAN PLANE, HAKARI, LENA, and DAMION SNOW sit at a cramped round table, strangers thrown together when the barista declared, "Only one table left, folks, share or despair!" Steaming coffees sit before them—Axel's black, Dylan's overloaded with whipped cream, Hakari's half-spilled latte, Lena's cappuccino with heart-shaped foam, and Damion's sensible Americano. They eye each other awkwardly.
AXEL: (grinning, flexing subtly) Yo, this place is packed! Didn't expect to share my morning fuel with… (glances around) a priest, a singer, a rapper, and… (squints at Dylan) an anime convention escapee?
DYLAN: (pushing up smudged glasses, offended) Excuse me, soccer bro, this is style. (gestures to his Naruto hoodie) You wouldn't get it. Also, this whipped cream is my life support. (sips dramatically, gets foam on nose) Uh… pretend that didn't happen.
HAKARI: (chuckling, wiping latte off his shirt) Nah, man, own the foam! (leans back, smirking) Name's Hakari, future rap legend. Just laid down a track so fire it could roast this coffee. (mimics mic drop) Y'all ever vibe to some sick beats over breakfast?
LENA: (giggling, stirring her cappuccino) Oh, I vibe, but only to my tunes! (strikes a diva pose) Lena, vocal goddess. I was just slaying scales in my shower. (hums a high note, making Dylan flinch) Sorry, habit! So, what's your deal, coffee squad?
DAMION: (deadpan, sipping Americano) Damion. Priest. I bless things, stack chairs, and dodge Mrs. Jenkins' hymn complaints. (pauses, eyeing Axel's soccer ball on the floor) Also, I kicked that back to the street earlier. You're welcome.
AXEL: (eyes wide, laughing) No way! That was my ball! Dude, you got some leg! Ever think about joining the pitch? (kicks ball lightly, it bumps Dylan's chair)
DYLAN: (yelping, clutching mug) Yo, watch it, Ronaldo! This is a sacred coffee zone! (sighs, wiping foam off face) Okay, fine, I'm Dylan. I… watch anime and maybe forgot what sunlight looks like. (shrugs) But I'm this close to finishing Attack on Titan. No spoilers!
HAKARI: (grinning, pointing at Dylan) Yo, anime dude, respect! Bet you'd dig my rap—got bars about titans and coffee stains. (rapping softly) "Sippin' latte, spittin' facts, dodgin' life like it's an attack—"
LENA: (clapping, laughing) Okay, that's kinda dope! (leans in) But real talk, y'all ever feel like the universe is, like, plotting something? I mean, us five, stuck at this tiny table? Suspicious.
DAMION: (raising eyebrow, deadpan) The universe? More like bad café planning. (sips coffee) But I'll bite. If this is divine intervention, it's got a weird sense of humor. (glances at Axel) Starting with rogue soccer balls.
AXEL: (mock-offended, clutching heart) My ball's a star, not a rogue! (grins) But yeah, this is wild. Five randos bonding over coffee? (raises mug) To weird mornings and weirder company!
DYLAN: (snorting, raising mug) To not spilling this on my hoodie! (pauses) And maybe new friends. But if anyone spoils Eren's arc, we're fighting.
HAKARI: (laughing, clinking mugs) To bars, bros, and no spoilers! Yo, Lena, you gotta duet with me sometime. We'll make this café a stage!
LENA: (winking, clinking mugs) Deal, rap king! But only if Damion sings backup. (nudges Damion) Come on, Father Sass, you know you want to.
DAMION: (deadpan, slight smirk) I'll stick to prayers, thanks. But… (raises mug) To whatever this is. And no more soccer balls in my courtyard.
They all laugh, mugs clinking, as the barista cranks up "Sweet Dreams" by Eurythmics. The table wobbles, coffee sloshes, but the vibe is golden.
LENA: (grinning) Okay, but real talk—who's paying for the next round? I'm broke from buying sheet music.
AXEL: (smirking) Not it! Soccer stars don't carry cash. (winks at Dylan) Anime bro, you got this?
DYLAN: (panicked) What? I spent my last ten bucks on this whipped cream monstrosity! (points at Hakari) Rap guy's got fame money, right?
HAKARI: (laughing) Yo, I'm famous in my head! (nudges Damion) Yo, Father, got any holy spare change?
DAMION: (deadpan) The Lord provides… but not for your latte addiction. (sighs, pulls out wallet) Fine, one round. But you're all coming to community service to repent for this.
They burst out laughing, the café buzzing around them. Outside, the city hums, and destiny, sipping its own espresso, smirks at the chaos it's about to unleash.
NARRATOR VOICEOVER: (cheeky) And so, our coffee crew bonds over caffeine and bad life choices, clueless that fate's about to serve them a plot twist bigger than a triple-shot espresso.
Dylan had been the one to notice it first. The notebook lay half-hidden under a spilled cup of coffee, black cover gleaming under the morning light.
DYLAN
(eyes widening, whispering)
"Uh… guys… I think this is… something serious."
Axel leaned over, snatching it with a grin.
AXEL
"Serious? It's probably just some weird artist's prop or… a prank."
Lena tilted the notebook, squinting at the ink.
LENA
"Haha, right… a death notebook. Yeah, sure. What, like… write someone's name, and they… croak? Totally believable."
Hakari lounged on the chair, flicking a pen across the table.
HAKARI
"Ha! Sounds like a horror movie plot. But if it's real… oh boy, that'd be entertaining."
Damion's face darkened, eyes sharp.
DAMION
"No. That's not entertaining. That's dangerous. Whoever made this… could manipulate belief itself."
Dylan adjusted his glasses nervously, fumbling the notebook in his hands.
DYLAN
"Exactly. It's not a joke. It manipulates faith. If someone's convinced it works—or you trick them into believing—they… die. It's complicated, and it's real. Don't even think about touching it."
Axel smirked, elbowing Hakari.
AXEL
"So… you're telling us, we could literally write someone and—"
Dylan shot him a sharp look.
DYLAN
"No! Stop joking!"
Lena giggled.
LENA
"Oh come on, Dyl. We all know you'd be the cautious nerd keeping us alive. But what if it's fun to just… try?"
Hakari raised an eyebrow, spinning his pen lazily.
HAKARI
"Exactly. If I were a demon… I'd probably tempt you with this just to watch you squirm. Let's see who's brave enough."
Damion stepped forward, whip loosely coiled at his side.
DAMION
"I'm telling you… don't. I've handled dangerous things. This is above any game."
Axel groaned again.
AXEL
"Man, you sound like a broken record, Damion. What's the worst that could happen?"
Dylan's voice trembled slightly as he clutched the notebook tighter.
DYLAN
"The worst? Someone dies. Or worse… you start a chain of belief you can't stop."
Hakari leaned back with a lazy grin, raising a hand.
HAKARI
"Alright, alright… I dare someone to write my name in it. Just to test if it works."
Axel looked at Dylan, then back at Hakari.
AXEL
"…You're serious?"
LENA
(laughing)
"I dare you, Dyl. Just do it."
Dylan froze, glasses slipping, heart pounding.
DYLAN
"No! I… I can't. I won't. That's insane. Don't touch it, don't even—"
Hakari waved a dismissive hand, smirking.
HAKARI
"Relax, Dyl. I'm joking. Or… am I?"
Everyone laughed nervously, though a small tension lingered. Dylan hugged the notebook close.
DYLAN
"I'm not joking. This… this is dangerous. Don't test it. Ever."
Axel rolled his eyes but grinned.
AXEL
"Yeah, yeah… fine. But if it's real, I call dibs on writing Hakari first."
Hakari laughed, spinning his pen.
HAKARI
"Good luck with that, pro-baller."
From the café roof, a shadow shifted. Murphy watched silently, lips tugging in a faint smile, unseen.
MURPHY
(to himself)
"They don't know yet… and that's exactly how it should be for now."
Chapter: The Death Note Café
SETTING: A modern-day café bustling with chatter, soft music playing. Axel, Hakari, Lena, Dylan, and Damion are sitting at a corner table, laughing over coffee.
DYLAN
(leaning over the table, holding a crumpled piece of paper)
"Uh… guys, look what I just found stuck under the napkin holder."
HAKARI
(peering lazily, smirking)
"Another one of your conspiracy theories, Dylan?"
DYLAN
"No, seriously… it's… a Death Note."
(He carefully spreads the page on the table, everyone leaning in.)
AXEL
(raising an eyebrow)
"Death Note? Like… those comics you obsess over?"
DYLAN
(serious, a little annoyed)
"No! It's real. Whoever writes a name in it… it can manipulate faith and make someone die."
LENA
(laughs, sipping her coffee)
"Oh, come on. You really expect us to believe that?"
DAMION
(crosses arms, skeptical)
"Manipulate faith? Sounds like one of those old church legends… Dylan, are you pranking us?"
HAKARI
(grinning, leaning back)
"Well, if I were him, I'd accuse Theodus of being a demon. He smiles too much anyway."
DYLAN
(throws up hands)
"I'm not joking! I dare you all—just try it. See what happens."
AXEL
(mock gasp)
"Me? Write in it? No way. You're insane."
LENA
"I wouldn't touch that thing if it were made of chocolate."
DAMION
(smirks, twirling his whip on the floor)
"Faith-manipulating paper… sounds like a waste of ink to me."
HAKARI
(pulls out his phone, pretending to write)
"Fine. If I die… tell my fans I died stylishly."
(Suddenly, Theodus enters, his presence immediately shifting the air. He grins like he owns the place.)
THEODUS
"Ohhh, what's this? Playing with little magical notes in my café? How… adorable."
(He casually leans on the counter, eyes twinkling. He takes a pen and scribbles something on the page.)
THEODUS
"Let's have some fun. Axel… you're the Pro-Baller of chaos. Lena… forever the singer of doom. Hakari… the stylish distraction. Dylan… faith whisperer. Damion… well, Executioner Extraordinaire. All roles set. Play nice."
AXEL
(snorts, rolling his eyes)
"You're seriously writing our lives as a joke?"
LENA
(laughs, nudging Hakari)
"Honestly, this is ridiculous. Who comes up with these things?"
HAKARI
(mock salute)
"I did say it's stylish…"
(Meanwhile, on the café roof, Murphy sits quietly with Xerion. They are unseen by the group. Xerion's eyes follow the scene below with an unsettling calm.)
XERION
(low, almost a whisper to Murphy)
"Watch closely. They laugh, they joke… they have no idea. The stakes are real, and only one of us knows it."
MURPHY
(silent, sipping tea, expression unreadable)
SETTING: The same café. The group is laughing, unaware that the Death Note might actually be… working.
DYLAN
(leaning over, frowning)
"Guys… I really don't think this is a joke. Maybe we shouldn't mess with it."
HAKARI
(grinning, waving a coffee cup)
"Oh, come on. What's the worst that could happen? Axel hits a game-winning goal? Lena releases a platinum album? Damion gets… more dramatic?"
AXEL
(mock serious)
"Yeah, Dylan. If you're right, we're all doomed. If you're wrong… well, we're just bored. Pick your poison."
LENA
(laughing, takes the pen from Theodus' hand)
"Fine, fine. Let's make it funny. I'm writing my role in it as 'Queen of Sass and Chaos.'"
DAMION
(snickers, twirling his whip)
"I'll write mine as 'Silent Shadow of Justice.' Makes me sound cool, right?"
DYLAN
(panicked)
"No! Wait! You're not… you don't understand! That's literally—"
(Before Dylan can finish, Hakari grabs the pen.)
HAKARI
"'Master of Mischief and British Humor.' Done. Now I'm officially dangerous."
AXEL
(laughs, writing himself)
"'Pro-Baller of Chaos.' Yep, accurate."
(Theodus leans back, smirking, while everyone is giggling. Unseen by them, the page subtly glows faintly. A strange ripple passes through the air, just enough for the audience to feel it.)
LENA
(noticing something strange)
"Uh… did anyone else feel that? Like… a breeze, but inside?"
DYLAN
(glaring, whispering)
"This isn't a joke. Something is… responding to the writing."
HAKARI
(snorts, waving it off)
"You're imagining it. Or maybe it's just my British charm influencing reality."
(They all laugh again. Theodus chuckles, a little too sharply.)
THEODUS
"Ah, youth. Such laughter. But remember… even jokes can become prophecy if taken seriously enough."
AXEL
(mock whisper to Lena)
"See? Even our own coach is trolling us."
LENA
"Yeah, yeah. But seriously… where's Damion? He's just sitting there, quiet. Probably reading your warning face, Dylan."
(Meanwhile, on the roof, Murphy sips tea, silently observing with Xerion. Xerion tilts his head, amused.)
XERION
(quietly, to Murphy)
"They have no idea… how close the joke is to reality. If that page falls into their faith, even as a laugh, the game changes."
(Murphy remains unreadable, sipping, while the faint glow under the pen on the table pulses subtly. The laughter inside the café continues—carefree, oblivious… but ominously, the Death Note's presence hums just below the surface.)
The café laughter fades into a low hum, the chatter and clinking of cups blending with the faint sizzle of the Death Note's presence. On the roof above, Murphy sits quietly with Xerion, watching, sipping tea. The wind carries a soft whisper across the city, ruffling the papers and leaves.
Then, as if moved by some invisible cue, Murphy rises. His posture is regal, calm, yet carries the weight of countless battles, victories, and losses. The sun catches his silhouette just right, making him look almost ethereal.
MURPHY
(soft, resonant, to himself)
"It is starting."
A hush seems to fall over the café, the air bending slightly with the whisper of his presence. Even the laughter and chatter inside seem to pause, caught in the gravity of the moment.
On the television in the corner, the screen flickers and updates. A breaking news segment shows the chaos at Oshodi.
NEWS ANCHOR (TV)
"…and in a surprising turn of events, the White Crossbow has single-handedly prevented the Oshodi Incident from escalating. Authorities report minimal casualties…"
The screen flashes an orbital map of Earth. The orbit of Jupiter is highlighted—and then, shockingly, absent. The news ticker runs across the bottom: "Astronomers report anomalous disruption in Jupiter's orbit—details pending."
Xerion leans slightly toward Murphy, a faint, wry smile curling on his lips.
XERION
"Looks like your 'quiet afternoon' has already started rewriting the world."
Murphy's eyes glint. The wind swirls more vigorously, carrying faint echoes of laughter and distant shouts from the city below. The Death Note page on the café table seems to vibrate faintly, as if acknowledging his presence.
MURPHY
(more firmly, almost a whisper to the city)
"Time to wake them all."
The moment is breathtaking. The city seems to pause, the wind shushing streets and alleys alike. Pedestrians stop mid-step. Birds hover mid-air. Even the sun, filtered through clouds, seems to hold its light a fraction longer.
Murphy's gaze falls on the café window. Inside, Axel, Dylan, Lena, Hakari, and Theodus are still laughing, unaware of the cosmic ripples their small actions are triggering. The notebook's glow is barely perceptible, yet it hums with silent authority.
Chapter: Shallow Blood Awakens
The air in the café thickened. Light flickered unnaturally. The laughter froze mid-sentence. Cups trembled. Outside, the city's hum stuttered, then disappeared.
Murphy's gaze, steady on the group, reflected the sudden shift. The wind screamed like a herald.
MURPHY
(to Xerion, calm yet heavy)
"Now it begins."
The Death Note's glow intensified. The pages fluttered violently, as if devouring the space around them. The walls seemed to breathe, the floor tilting slightly beneath their feet.
And then—reality cracked.
The city dissolved into shadows. Glasses, chairs, laughter—all swallowed by a void of ink-black nothingness. The café, the streets, the sunlight… gone. In their place stretched a desolate cityscape, muted, timeless, a limbo between worlds.
AXEL
(stumbling, voice shaking)
"What… what's happening? Where are we?"
Dylan adjusted his glasses frantically, eyes wide.
DYLAN
"This… it's like the city was erased. Everything…"
Lena's voice trembled, barely audible:
LENA
"…like a nightmare."
From the shifting shadows, a figure emerged. Perfectly poised, dark three-piece suit, a tie with a single, golden K. Hands tucked into pockets, a faint smile curled across his face. His presence radiated authority, yet whispered danger.
FIGURE (calm, measured)
"Well, hello."
The group froze. Even Murphy's attention shifted subtly.
MURPHY
(recognition in his voice)
"Kaine…?"
The figure nodded once, then snapped his fingers. A sound sharp as lightning.
Time itself seemed to scream.
The remaining occupants of the café—Axel, Dylan, Lena, Hakari, Theodus—collapsed instantly. Not a scream. Not a movement. Just lifeless forms.
Where they fell, the floors wept crimson ink. Leaving a trail of
"SHALLOW BLOOD."
Murphy's eyes narrowed, silent, but his mind raced. The city around them—this lost time—was no longer just a void. It was a battlefield. And the figure in the dark suit, Kaine-sama, now held the deck.
The wind howled. Shadows stretched, crawling across the walls. Somewhere, in the distance, faint echoes of the old city whispered of battles yet to come, heroes yet to rise, and destinies about to collide.
KAINE-SAMA (smiling)
"Let the game truly begin."
GENESIS THE TRAINNIG GROUND
The training ground was alive with the echo of steel against wood, dust kicking up under Axel's swift footwork. Sweat clung to his brow, but his focus was unshakable.
Lena's voice rang out, cutting through the rhythmic thud of practice:
LENA
"Again, Axel! Faster! You're letting the blade do the talking without your head!"
Axel grinned, tightening his grip on Kinslayer, and lunged again. Each strike was sharper, cleaner, but Lena's critiques didn't let up.
AXEL
"I'm trying! You want me to break my own arms?"
LENA
"Only if you're thinking too much. Fight like you mean it!"
Hakari leaned lazily against the training post, sipping from a half-empty bottle. Dylan sat cross-legged nearby, adjusting his glasses, milk in hand. Both had long forgotten the café incident, their laughter filling the morning air as if nothing dark had ever happened.
The sense of normalcy was deceptive.
Meanwhile, somewhere far above Earth, Kaine-sama held the notebook. His gaze swept across the reed-filled corner of the room, eyes narrowing as the subtle shimmer of the Reed Reaper appeared.
The figure crouched low, playful as always.
REED REAPER (cheeky, almost whispering)
"My only interest… is to stop the Culling Games."
Kaine-sama's smile spread, slow, deliberate, and full of cold amusement.
KAINE-SAMA
"Don't we all?"
In the shadows, Xerion crawled away, wounded and wary. The faintest hiss escaped him as Murphy, still alive, was dragged into the pages of the notebook, the world bending around him.
Time, reality, and fate twisted together—the battlefield of the past and present, the mundane and the cosmic, converging into one inexorable story.
And somewhere on Earth, the laughter and training continued, unaware of the colossal forces shifting above them.
The room was silent, lit only by the dim glow of a single lamp. Murphy sat slumped at his desk, the old 16th-century phone cradled against his ear. His fingers trembled as he spoke.
MURPHY (softly, into phone)
"Take care of yourself, Damion… and pass the academy…"
He set the receiver down and drew his pistol from the drawer, the metallic click echoing ominously in the stillness. He spun the cylinder, the sound unnerving, each rotation a heartbeat closer to the unknown. One bullet remained.
MURPHY (whispering to himself)
"Let's see… , old friend."