"it wasnt a very small city at all, but it was pretty simple. it was far north, and they ran of oil to survive. they had these huge tanks, all you needed was some heat. there were gasline connected to every house, first there was huge high pitched ringing, then the fire and explosions...." he trialed off into the memory, gazing at nothing in particular.
He burried his face in his hand, so much regret he had. He hated having a death note, and there was nothing he could do about it. "i know, i hate it. I hate this feeling, being controlled. Used. Its awful, sickening."