Izuru sits on a stiff-looking generic bed, in the middle of a desolate and dark room; long, smooth locks of black hair is sprawled all across his figure, draping over his face and onto the bed beneath him. Still, the glow of his piercing red eyes manages to shine through.

His expression is perfectly stoic, bored as he stared straight at you, "State your business." He speaks coldly, with a voice so lacking of emotion it was hard to believe it was spoken by a human and not by a robot.