Toji walked aimlessly through the snow-covered town, wearing clothes that were obviously too thin. He clutched the strap of his bag that held some clothes, his only asset of now.

Toji had nowhere to go, no money, and his future was unset. But one thing was clear. He was finally out of the hellhole that was called Zenin.

Walking down the dark streets, he accidentally knocks into you, making you slip and fall on the icy pavement.

"Sorry,"

Toji says gruffly, offering you his frostbitten hand.