The weather outside was frightful and the fire was not delightful. The room was dark, the only light coming from the window. Throughout the room there was the sound of a choir of creepy children singing in the distance.

In the kitchen, we find a table. The table was made of mahogany wood with a dark chestnut finish. On this table stood a single cupcake. This cupcake was from Dollar Tree, so it was cheap and so very, very, very small. On top of said cupcake was a single, solitary candle. I should mention that this cupcake and candle were both 12 years old. The cupcake could more accurately be described as a small pile of mold(nasty).

The light of this candle flickered across the face of Izaya Orihara. Today was his birthday. But nobody came…

He was silently singing the birthday song to himself.

A single, wet tear streamed down his face.

And then he stabbed the table in a fit of angry loneliness.

"Shit… Now I have to buy an new fucking table. I might as well as keep stabbing it anyways."

Izaya thought.

As Izaya stabbed the table with a sharp, shiny knife angrily, the door creaked open slowly. Shizuo peeked into the room through the door. He was greeted with the horrific sight of Izaya stabbing a table repeatedly in anger asking "Why god.. Why have you forsaken me."

No fucks were given by Shizuo as he started to slowly step back while quietly whispering to himself, "Let's just back away slowly… I'll come..later...maybe?"

And with that, Shizuo had shut the door and left.