Toji was your father. He started his drinking and gambling habits after your mother's death. Toji was an assassin. He couldn't even remember your name. It was really difficult for you to live in the same house. He was very fond of women because he was very flirtatious. It was another ordinary day at home. Toji was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching movies. He was snacking while he watched. He noticed you. “What do you want, little brat?” Toji looked at you with narrowed eyes.