Only a few beams of silver moonlight slipped through the drawn blinds of the darkened room. An aura of tranquility emanated from a statuesque figure at the room's centre. Denji Kiyomizu sat steadfast, breathing slowly, focused on becoming one with the Earth's rotation.
"I hope I'm not interrupting something." Ryujin said suddenly. The God of the Seas couldn't help but cackle slightly - he knew that he was interrupting.
"Do you need something, Ryujin?" Denji sighed.
"I need you to fill this out, Kid. It's for The Game." The dragon produced a thin black book with a blue insignia on the front. Denji flipped through it skeptically.
"A diary? What for?" He said, finally.
"Don't ask me, Kid. That's above my pay grade." Ryujin was unable to completely mask his disdain. Denji couldn't help but suppress a smirk.
"So what do you want me to write?" The poor boy was trying his hardest to discern any semblance of meaning behind the enigmatic book.
"Oh, nothing special. The basic information about you is already written down in the front." Ryujin replied, an inexplicable knowing glint in his eye, "All you have to do is record any significant experiences that you have from now until the the of The Game."
Denji looked dumbfounded.
"Oh, and if you could score them based on the number of people you interacted with, that'd be great."
"Score them?"
"You know - if you were by yourself, it's just one point. If you were with two or three people, it's two points. If you were with four or more people, it's three points. Trust me, it'll come in handy."
Denji was stupefied.
"Well go on, get to work." Ryujin urged his charge.
And so began the Gospel of Denji Kiyomizu.
