A woman sat comfortably in her own office while staring at a cylindrical container on her desk, her gaze then went to the calendar. Namie Yagiri sighed as she remembered the incident years ago. "It's been 8 years…" She tapped the container and stared outside. Her reflection showed a beautiful woman, her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, she did mature a lot but her sarcastic look remained. Her pride as a scientist returned as she saw herself wearing her lab coat once again.

"It's been that long, huh?" A certain informant emerged from the door and smirked. There stood Izaya Orihara. The troll's face lost its childish features and was replaced by more mature attributes but his sharp eyes and smirk never changed. He did grew taller during the years which contributed to his intimidating appearance. But even though many years have passed, his touch as an informant never disappeared. "How's the business so far?"

Namie sighed and hid the container in her drawer. 2 months after the incident, which is said to be a terrorist attack, and the shocking news, Mairu Kira once again contacted her and told her to build another pharmaceutical. She hesitated at first but agreed days later and in return, Mairu supported Namie and kept in touch until today. Ironically, the exact place her business is built is the facility, which was destroyed 8 years ago. It doesn't bother her anyway since the land was bought by her sponsor, actually she's glad to be away from Ikebukuro and she's more delighted for having a skilled head scientist, Sazaku Rin. Since the man refused to return to work for Izaya, Mairu Kira ordered him to work for Namie.

And that is how she was relieved from being Izaya's assistant but still the troll continued to visit since Namie's main business is keeping in touch with foreign underground groups. "As you can see its wonderful" she answered in an annoyed manner. "New information are piled at the lab's library"

Izaya nodded but instead of leaving the room, he sat on the nearest sofa. "…8 years…"

"Now that you mentioned it you never told me about that night" Namie raised a brow.

"What night?"

"The night she died"

Izaya frowned and leaned back, the memories of that night 8 years ago returned. "Ah, yes… the night she died…"

8 years ago

The informant journeyed the bloody and destroyed hallway not minding the noise of the sirens outside. Unconscious people and cadavers lay on the bloody ground, this is the first time he saw this kind of massacre. He shrugged and continued to walk. Izaya Orihara is currently searching for the missing transporter and even though he checked every room, she's still cannot be found. He entered the cleanest room he saw and stood there. The room is large and empty except for the fixed chairs circling the long table, it maintained its clean surroundings except for bloody shoeprints leading to another room.

He approached the open door and heard a voice. The rhythm and the voice is indeed beautiful and calming, the exact opposite of the place they are in. He cautiously peeked inside and saw Seven seated on the floor, humming. In front of her is a body of an old man and a large of puddle of blood forming on the marble floor. The man lay there unmoving. Izaya kneeled beside Seven and was speechless to her current state. She continued to hum and look at the dead man with blank eyes, not minding the man beside her. Seven is covered in blood and is still holding the gun she used.

"You're injured" Izaya said and held both of her arms to check her wrists. Seven dropped the gun but still didn't care for the troll. He noticed how pale the woman is. "He's dead for good."

"You think?" Seven asked and smiled. Her voice shows how tired she is.

"Yes… Stop talking and stand up" the informant ordered but the woman ignored it.

"…you're missing a heart but you still have a soul… unlike him, who lost both" Seven whispered but Izaya heard. He raised a brow, feeling a bit awkward upon hearing her first complement about him.

"Shinra and the others are waiting for you and you need medication or you'll die of blood loss" he looked back at her.

"Not a bad way to die…" She weakly laughed. Izaya didn't comment and tried to help her stand up but she did not comply. The troll kneeled back and sighed, he knew she wanted to die. "I want to sleep"

"I know" He responded and pat the woman on the head before letting her lean on his shoulder. He held her for a few minutes.

"Izaya Orihara" A stern voice of a woman said causing him to look up. Izaya saw a woman in her late twenties and armed men stood behind her, her deep black eyes look intimidating but it has no effect for the informant. She stood up with confidence and her beauty shows gracefulness. The brunette kneeled and checked the pulse of the unconscious woman "Weak pulse" she muttered.

The woman instructed the men to put her on the stretcher and seconds later Seven was no longer on Izaya's hold. He followed the woman and the men outside the building where he saw Shinra, Shizuo and Celty ran towards Seven but didn't obstruct the men carrying the stretcher. The transporter was transferred in the back of an ambulance and they heard the beeping of the machine, signaling that she's still alive.

Izaya stood away from the van but he can still see what is happening inside, Shizuo, Shinra and Celty were brought to another van to be treated. He saw the woman earlier stand outside the vehicle but still instructing the men inside. A man approached the woman and the two talked for a few minutes, the woman looked confused at first but nodded her head after the man explained. She barked another order and the men inside the van nodded. The man glanced at the direction of Izaya and gave him a kind smile. The informant was taken aback when he saw the man face him and mouthed a 'thank you' before entering a different vehicle and drove off.

Izaya smirked as he watch the vehicle disappear, he just saw another violet-eyed person.

He watched the strangers bandage Seven but minutes later the machine stopped beeping and the unvarying tone of a high pitch sound entered their ears. The three being treated ran towards the van and the older woman let them see the patient. And the next thing he knew, they were crying.

2 hours after the incident

"…are confirmed dead and 6 are still missing. The terrorist group are still unidentified but the police believe that it is the work of the notorious – "

Heiwajima Kasuka held the remote on his left hand and his phone on his right. He listened to the man on the other side of the line and the actor didn't say a word.

"The media said that it's a terrorist attack but what I told you earlier is the truth and that's all I know. Kasuka, I'm sorry…" the words of his brother processed in his mind.

"Sev… that idiot is… dead?" Kasuka heard himself say. He walked towards the room's shutter glass window and stared blankly at the blackened sky.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to do anything…" Shizuo continued and waited for his younger to answer but the silence continued for another minute. "I'm going to call again later…"

The actor heard a click, signaling that the call has ended. He lowered his hand. "You've always been a liar, Sev."

Present time

The room is still the same. Still barren. Still lifeless.

The informant walked in the room holding a bunch of small white flowers and stopped in front of the table near the massive window. He picked up the vase and threw the contents on the sink before changing it with the plant he's holding. And just like that, he returned the vase on the table and left.

The informant continued to do this every month, on the same day for eight years for no apparent reason.