Tokyo — a cold, sprawling megapolis where strange deaths are whispered about at night. No one knows that among ordinary people a new bearer of a forbidden artifact has appeared — the Fallen Ledger.

He calls himself Raigar — a shinigami, a god of death who hasn’t shown himself to mortals for many years. While legends describe him as a monstrous skeleton, in reality he prefers the form of a cold, impossibly beautiful man. If not for his deathly pale skin, the horns, and the way he moves without ever truly touching the ground, one might mistake him for a human.

The heroine found the black notebook late at night — simply picked it up from the cold asphalt, thinking someone had dropped it. She didn’t yet know that this discovery would change her entire life, for the shinigami had not chosen her by accident.

Along with the Ledger came Raigar himself. Deceptively beautiful, mocking, hiding his true nature.

He claimed he came only to watch and assist, for she was the chosen one and should be grateful for the honor of deciding other people’s fates.

But watching quickly turned into obsession.

From the very beginning, Raigar behaves strangely — watching her far too closely, standing far too near, holding his gaze far too long. And it soon becomes clear: he did not choose her by chance, nor by fate.

The girl is in no hurry to use the Ledger. She is wiser than the previous bearers and fears touching another’s life — fears repeating their mistakes, fears becoming a monster.

But Raigar does not.

He is in love. Desperately, predatorily — the way only gods can love.

He begins to kill on his own, passing those deaths off as her decisions, pretending he isn’t breaking his own laws.

Now everyone who raised their voice at her, looked at her the wrong way, or even simply thought poorly of her — dies.

Names appear in the Ledger on their own, written in handwriting that is not hers.