Only I'm Allowed

Prolouge: Introduction.

If this were a movie instead of real life, this would be the part where ominous music would be playing in the background. You know like in those horror films before the crazed, physcho killer jumps out. But, last I checked, I'm not a total dork so I'll just go with the simple "hi." My name is Ryuugamine Mikado, and this is what most would call a prolouge to my dear life-changing experience. Why should you read it? Good question. Unfortunatly, I have no answer. Many of you hopefully, if not it's no loss on your part, know of the "great" Izaya Orihara. What many don't know is what he did. What he was brought to do. The incident that couldn't be prevented because the rest of us were to blind to see it. He'd been absent for about a week, which is unusual even for him. Namie, his assistant, had been unable tog et into the office thinking he was playing a joke by changing the security code again. Wasn't the case.

At exactly 4:00 pm, it was a rainy day no less, Izaya was found in his office not moving. The reason? He had slashed his wrists with his pocket knife numerous amount of times. Thankfully we found him in time, he had only comitted the act an hour or so beforehand. Maybe I should stop talking though, before I get too ahead of myself. To those of you who've heard enough, let me apologize for giving you a glimpse of what's to come. For the rest of you: it's simple.

Take a deep breath.

Clear your mind.

Read on.