The Sunset with Izaya
An informant showing up in a town far from Tokyo.
All he does is facilitate the flow of information, and nudge people on the back—
“Seriously, human observation is pretty tough.”
He is an informant. That is what this man calls himself. Whether or not the title is appropriate, one thing is certain: he has the power to obtain a great volume of information.
He is not an ally of justice; neither is he an abettor of villainy. It is not that he has no identity. It is simply equal treatment . He is, simply, being unwaveringly honest to his own desires.
‘Human’. Earnestly, he loves every one of the assortment this word encapsulates.
He merely loves. Even if it causes the object of his love to break. Because this informant can love even broken humans equally—