Prouloge
December 31 20XX
The young man sat in his office chair spinning slowly, his feet dragging on the floor until he used them to push himself forward in motion.
To simply put it, he was bored. The curtain around the city of Ikebukero was closing. And the composer of the symphony of war is spinning carelessly in his chair.
This composer was none other than a young information broker by the name of Izaya Orihara. He was the eldest son of two business executives, and older brother to twin sisters; Miaru and Kururi.
His pastime is to study and observe them, watching their reactions in different scenarios, some of which he would cause to stir up some excitement.
At the moment however, he was facing opposite his large window that overlooked the entire city.
He had stopped spinning long enough to look over at his computer screen. An email from an unknown address had appeared in his mail. Curiosity, and excitement filled his body as a small smirk appeared on his slender face.
He dragged the mouse over to the "open" button and clicked.