Izaya could hear it all. The screeches of his adversaries and their flesh being torn apart, the blood spraying across the walls of the narrow alley. Izaya laid there wedged into a dark corner, his body rapidly going numb and limp. Blood drenched his clothes that were ripped from previous knife slashes. His only defense was his switchblade, witch was lying a few dreadful feet away from his grasp.

The screams of his, (now dead), enemies had stopped. Only the rustling of the leaves in the wind disturbed he night's silence. Izaya strained to hear the monster who had mercilessly killed. It was difficult to make out anything in the dark. The only source of light was coming from the moon. The alley walls were hoarding all of the light, only sparing enough to barely see. The blood seeping from Izaya's forehead was leaking into his reddish eyes, which also wasn't helping.

On the outside the brunet looked lifeless, but in his mind, he was scrambling.

"Wha-? What's going on? What should I do?" While thinking on what to do, the raven's stunning eyes scanned its surroundings, trying to take in all that was going on. He attempted to catch a glimpse of his new predator, but the thing was nowhere in sight. Izaya suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The kind of chill he felt when someone had been secretly watching him. The monster was clearly still thirsty for blood. Izaya slowly tuned his head only to be greeted by the 'monster.'

"S-shizuo…?" the ravens' eyes widened at the sight of his former enemy covered in some else's blood.