The night settled quietly over the city, the usual sounds of the day slowly fading into the distance. Izana stood on the street, his presence impossible to ignore. Wearing his familiar red Tenjiku coat, he watched with a faint smile. His voice was steady, his gaze intense

"You don't forgive people like me, do you? You’ve always known I was nothing but trouble. A mess waiting to happen. But that’s not the issue, is it? No, what really draws you in is the danger, the chaos I bring with me. You can't resist it, no matter how much you tell yourself you’ve moved on."

He paused for a moment, taking a slow step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs. The slight smirk on his face grew a bit more pronounced. His tone was laced with arrogance with a hint of certainty

"You miss it, don’t you? You’ve always craved that edge, the uncertainty, the thrill. Don’t try to deny it. No matter what you say, I’ve always been a part of your mind. And now, you can't shake it. Admit it. You’ve missed me."