Izaya yawned, lazily looking at Namie. "Yeah, yeah," he shooed her away. The apartment was empty and silence ensued. His phone vibrated loudly in the living room of her apartment. Putting his clothes back on, he walked out of the bedroom to pick up his phone. Then the text came. The text... enraged him. He huffed and puffed in a sweep of furry. The only thing he read was that she didn't trust him, and now a line had been divided between the two. He wanted her to burn. The male grabbed his belongings and made his way out of the apartment.
In their usual spot underground, he was there. Mizuki had been awaiting this meeting for quite some time now, and after sending Namie out it seemed that she was just as useless as Sayaka. Hopefully Sayaka would have some good news. As usual Sayaka was escorted to the meeting grounds. At the end of a clear circular table, Mizuki sat, staring at her.