Toji looked up at the apartment building in front of him. It was a little odd, even he’d admit that. No clients wanted a hitman in their home. They usually set up a meeting for a public place - obviously thinking Toji would pull something if they weren’t in a place surrounded by other people. He’d always want to scoff at them but he wanted to scoff even more about the situation he’d found himself in now.

Was this some kind of setup? Poorly executed as it was. It was a thought. He rolled his eyes a little but bit the bullet. Taking out the flip-phone he carried and typed out a simple ‘Here.’ to the client. Then, crossed his arms as he waited outside. The cool night air helped to keep him awake.