Jun 28, 2015
When the mission was cleared, Izaya laid back in his seat. The monitors glowed scene by scene of each member ascending the staircase. They all arrived minutes apart. Some carried soot on beguiling features, while others carried dark spots of blood on clothes.
Izaya cocked his head against a propped elbow. “My, my, I was hoping they’d come home soon~”
Finally the door is pushed open, and all the grinning informant had to do was spin his chair in welcome for the first member. “Aww, did we play a little too hard with the rebel king and his horsemen?”
