It's not like I ever had a problem with fitting in. It's not because my name was common or anything like that, it was well, just because I was me.

Me.

Izaya Orihara.

You know me, that guy with the raven black hair and snow white skin. Once I think about it..that sounds a little like Snow White, how cliche.

People always remembered me wherever I would go. It was like I was some sort of virus that constantly spread with no end. I didn't really care if I had a bad or good reputation, that didn't matter to me. None of it did really. What exactly mattered to me, is the real question. What was my purpose here? I've always tried to understand that by watching other humans play and interact by the sidelines. They all looked up to some type of 'God' so they say. They believed this 'God' created all mankind, but how is that possible if he were to be the creator of everything that claim contradicts his very existence. I think people use this 'God' as a way of comfort whenever humans feel lost and afraid because they can't face the fact that without this 'God' they'd all go mad. Now, just because I don't believe in this 'God' does not mean I am mad, it simply means, how would you say it, that i'm not human.

So then what have I resolved to be my purpose here? To love all humans! Yes. That's it. It is my responsibility to love all my humans. They're all mine. Every single one. Who's to say that I'm not theirs also? That's for me to decide and well, no one to know.

What was that both peculiar and ironic nickname my lovely humans gave me not so long ago?

The informant spun around in his chair in thought and smiled wide as the nickname came crawling back into his memory.

Oh yeah, Izaya Whorihara. What a catchy nickname my human's have pertained to have given me.