In this world people were born with words carved into their skin. They were different words in different places for everyone. Each mark served as a vicious reminder that everything ends. The cruelty of this world was that these scars everyone carried around with them were in the shape of the last words their soul mates would ever say to them.
Shizuo's scar rested over his heart. It was a small, simple phrase that he only ever told his brother about. Ever since he discovered his power as a child the words cruelly mocked him, never letting him forget what he knew he could become. For Shizuo, the words served as a guarantee that one day his worst fears would become a stark reality.
Now in his mid-twenties, Shizuo stood in the streets of Ikebukuro. A blind rage had overtaken him once again and he hovered above Izaya's broken form, ready to deal the final blow that would erase the pest from existence once and for all. At least, Shizuo thought he was ready. Until Izaya spat out three words that pierced through Shizuo like a bullet. Through blood and broken bones Izaya uttered that sentence Shizuo had been dreading his whole life: "Do it, monster."