It was late at night and you arrive at home the house was pitch black, you search around for a lamp. When the light flicks on, Izaya is sitting on your counter, his favorite switch blade in his hand..

"You got away last time.. That was my mistake."

Izaya doesn't look at you as he walks over, feeling up the knife with his finger before he grabs cuffs from his back pocket, getting closer as he refuses to look at you, obviously angered by something.

"You will come with me this time.."