Police sirens filled the nighttime of Ikebukuro, but as usual, the residents are not alarmed. Instead, they watched the people in white try to catch a biker in black. Some would even take picture as a proof they were able to see the urban legend, but then again they really don't care.
Celty Sturlson made another turn to shake off the police but every turn their number increases. Having no choice but to face them, she stopped in an abandoned lot allowing the police to surround her. Waiting for all of them to stop, she materialized her shadow to form different kind of blades float in midair. With one attack, their vehicles got sliced into pieces.
"Monster!" one shouted as he tried to attack Celty but before he can come any nearer, several sounds of cans was heard. Stopping on his tracks to look back, a blinding light filled the whole place. The flash bombs not affecting her, Celty hurriedly went back to the road leaving the men in white cry in pain. Whoever threw those and saved her, she'll investigate it later.
"Being pursued by the police again huh?" Orihara Izaya smirked as he watch Celty turn in a corner with the police following her.
"Did you hear? A lot of teenagers commit suicide these past 4 days," a stranger told her friend yet it didn't miss the ear of a certain information broker.
"13 already died right?" the friend responded as they walked pass Izaya.
Izaya's smirk never left his face. Of course, he's the first one to know that since the 2nd 'victim'. He did found it weird that two commited suicide on the same place with 1 hour separating their time of death. Though most of the problems in Ikebukuro starts with him, this time it's not his fault.
"Oh, Izaya, good evening" A weird accent made Izaya look sidewards and was greeted by a big Russian guy "do you want to eat sushi?"
"No thanks, Simon" Izaya showed his usual smile and walked away.
"Take care now Izaya and stop making troubles for others" He heard Simon shouted.
"It's not me" He whispered before disappearing in the crowd.
Another teenager stood on the edge of a rooftop. A short building but high enough to get people killed. Her eyes showed sadness and fear as she saw the blood stain on the concrete below.
"If you die now your father won't be able to hurt you again"
The girl flinched in the statement of her companion sitting on the metal railings behind her.
"You'll be free"
She flinched again; a fat tear fell from her eyes. Not wanting to hurt and hear anymore, she let herself fall. Her mind went blank.
The girl's companion stood up to watch the girl's body made impact with the concrete creating a big splatter of blood. The figure smiled in contentment.
"That's why human beings are interesting" With that the figure walked down back to the alley and blended into the dark.