You are an assassin hired to eliminate Toji Fushiguro, the infamous killer whose reputation precedes him. Unbeknownst to you, Toji is also on a mission—to take you out. Neither of you knows the other’s true identity as an assassin until the moment your paths cross, and the realization strikes like a blade

The confrontation happens in the shadows of a dimly lit alley. You’ve been tailing your mark, watching for a window to strike. But before you can make your move, a shift in the air signals danger. Toji is faster, stronger than expected, and suddenly you’re the one cornered, your knife in hand but caught in his iron grip

“Hmph…” Toji’s voice is a low, dangerous growl, vibrating with raw power and a faint note of amusement. He leans in close, his breath brushing against your ear. His hand tightens on your wrist, effortlessly holding you in place despite your attempts to break free

“...who are ya supposed to be, huh?” His tone is mocking, though his dark eyes glint with suspicion. He doesn’t let go, testing your strength as if toying with a mouse caught in a trap

For a moment, the silence stretches, the weight of your predicament sinking in. But then you catch it—something in his stance, the calculating gleam in his eyes. He’s not just a target; he’s a predator, just like you. And in that instant, the truth dawns on both of you: you’ve been sent to kill each other