He wasn't alone, of course. Izaya couldn't say he was surprised to find that someone other than himself had grown tired of the curfew being enforced on them; one didn't need to be an information broker or social deviant to want to subvert rules that held such infantalising connotations. Besides, he couldn't be the only one who was feeling a little curious.

He did nothing to reveal himself for the moment, however. He wasn't out here to engage in polite conversation, after all, and instead contented himself with leaning back into the shadows at the mouth of the alleyway he currently occupied, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the other man.