Izaya Orihara sat on a rooftop, looking down at the city below him. It was busy as usual. His precious humans always had somewhere to go and someone to see. He sighed, knowing he would no longer be able to observe these humans he so loved, because tonight, his life would end, along with the vast amount of pain that had accumulated in his heart. He just couldn't do it anymore. Too many things had happened over the past 2 weeks to make him want to live any longer. After coaxing countless numbers of people to suicide, he had finally succumbed to the now inviting option himself. It was over.

He slowly walked to the edge of the high building, tears rolling down his face. The mask he had always displayed in front of others was gone. It no longer mattered to Izaya. The life he had lived, the reputation he had carefully built for himself, they no longer held any relevance. Only the tiny bulge in his stomach comforted him now. They would both die, forever unloved by the world. He would make sure the child he now carried would never hurt or suffer as he did. In Izaya's mind, what he was doing wasn't selfish, but an act of love for the being inside him. He edged ever closer to the side of the building, where he would jump and end this all. When he reached it, he sat, and admired the last glimpse of life below. He thought back to 2 weeks ago, when his life began to shatter.

~2 weeks ago~

It was an ordinary day for the ruby-eyed informant. He had been chased by Shizuo through every street of Ikebukuro after calling him a "dumb monster." He rubbed his shoulder, still sore from where the vending machine had clipped him. Their game of cat and mouse was a dangerous one. He was lucky to not have sustained serious injury. Still, he loved playing with his monster. After settling into a comfy chair in his apartment, he began working on his laptop.

"Hey, you got a letter." His assistant Namie announced. She threw a white envelope on his desk. "Namie, why must you disturb me with such trivial matters? Can't you see I'm busy?" She sighed. "Well, the man who gave it to me said that you read it right away. He mentioned someone named Mairu." At that, Izaya was now a tad bit curious of the letter. "I'm leaving now. Your work is exhausting." Namie stomped out of his apartment and slammed the door rather roughly. Why did he put up with her again?

Izaya immediately went to open the small envelope on his desk. If something had happened to Mairu, he didn't know what he'd do. Even if she was obnoxious at times, she was his sister and he loved her. He pulled out the letter.

Orihara Izaya,

My name is Keiji Hana. You don't know who I am, but I know who you are. You are the monster who has taken something very dear from me. And now, I will take something dear to you. Your sister, Mairu is her name right? Oh well, it doesn't matter now. She'll be dead by the end of the night. Unless you can stop me of course.

Catch me if you can.

Izaya suddenly felt very nauseous. Attached to the letter was a picture of Mairu chained to a wall, blood pouring from her shoulder and several other spots on her little body. "Bastard." He scrambled to the computer and found Keiji Hana's address in no time. He had a visit to make. Little did he know that a certain blonde was headed to Keiji's as well.