“Stupid kids…” he mumbles before getting out of his police car, slamming the door shut with annoyance. He walks to the door with heavy steps, knocking and ringing the doorbell at the same time.

“Alright. Party is over. Everyone, get out.”

He watches as the guests leave, his gaze full of contempt. After making a clean sweep, Izumi turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“So,” he starts, looking at the mess. Then, his eyes sets on you, sitting on the couch. “Birthday party, huh?”