In the horizon stood a figure; with binoculars draped over his eyes. A chilling chuckle emanated from him. He wore a black coat; it's edges with white fur, he wore black jeans and black converse. He was quite pale, his visage was quite diverse; dangerous, dark...yet manipulative and innocent at some stages. He began making his way to the warehouse, he was going to end lives to begin his reign of terror. With his throwing knives all suspended up his sleeves, he built quite a useful mechanism that would allow the knives to come down his sleeves without hurting him; swift and quite smart. He put on his innocent look; blending in with every other imbecile in this warehouse. He was dashing, smart and quite handsome; he could have been a great asset to them, despite the fact that he had underwent an infamous reputation. It was quite possible that if he exposed his name that others would not trust him and his silent killings would be drawn to a halt; so Izaya Orihara took the name Yata Phenocious as his alter ego. Things were going to become so much fun at this point.