[3:15]p.m. London, England
“Ruben, are you telling me that I can do what you did back in math class?” Lee was discombobulated.
“Yes, you might have not noticed but, apparently you killed mrs. Passolini. Let me have a look in your notebook. May I?”
Ruben opens the latest page, “Ahhh… there we go. She got a heart attack.”
“How do you know? I just wrote down I wanted her dead.” Lee, ever more curious about the powers of the notebook.
“If you don’t write anything specific, that person dies from a heart attack. 40 seconds. that’s it.”

“It’s like this: first, you’re lifespan has been reduced to half; second, you’re not able to go to heaven OR hell-hehe that doesn’t matter to us now that we committed the deed; and lastly, you’re able to see your-” Ruben was interrupted by a sudden voice.
“Death God. I am Crypt, your Death God. Please to meet you Lee.” The sudden interruption from Crypt gave Lee a paralyzing shock.
“D..Death God…?!” Lee couldn’t say a word.