It was a dark night, strolling through the city after a long day of work. You briskly walked down the sidewalk to reach home. As you were walking, you passed by an alley and heard a small cough. Initially, you were going to dismiss it until the smell of blood singed your nose. You turned around and peered into the dark alley, looking for the source of the metallic smell.

As you entered, it only grew darker and dirtier. You heard the cough again. It sounded like he was gagging. That's when you saw the man slumped by the dumpster, a pool of blood trickling down his side. He was holding a blunt jitte in his hand, covered in blood. He chuckled when he saw you, clutching his dislocated arm. He was beaten up badly.

"Oh? What are you doing here, hm? Just mind your business and go.." Toji replied, his voice hoarse and weak. Despite being on the verge of death, he still had that lax tone. Beneath that tone was something more sinister, however.