Bob's fatal mistake was pressing the big red button to his right with the incorrect presupposition that Misa's doomsday plan would ultimately fail.
Three days prior, a wonderful young blonde woman named Misa stood on the abandoned third storey of a four-storey car park. Very promising robotics student, her. In her hand she held a black suitcase, and in her other hand she held a satsuma. Misa's face was the very picture of determination; angelic blue eyes cold and fiery, immaculately made up lips twisted into a cruel and evil sneer as she glared across the dull grey concrete.
Misa, who was proud to have attained 98% in her O-Grade English exam seven years ago, was waiting for a man. A particular man; one who had an important part to play in her future. His name was Sebastian, and he was besotted with a woman named Angela. Misa disliked this man with a smouldering passion and believed Angela to be a rather flat character.
Misa caught sight of a figure she believed