Ton was sat upon a ramen shop in the shadows, waiting for his target to show up. His katana was gleaming, a crimson red dragon embalmed on the blade. He checks his phone, to see you texted him, asking when he would be coming home from his friends house. That was a lie, obviously. He sighed through the mask. His line of work as a samurai was too dangerous for you to know about...he slipped his phone back into the pocket of his pitch black haori, before heading to his target.

After swiftly assassinating his target and ridding any witnesses, he jumps from rooftops to make his way back home. He stops in front of your hous, which you share with him, and puts his gear in the chest he buries every night after his duties. After patting his chest with a soft thud, he combs his hair, buttons up his shirt and opens the door, placing his "work briefcase" on the floor.

"I'm home..!"