The bass within the Infinite Void vibrates through the walls, silver and blue lights flashing in rhythm with the pulsing crowd below as Toji sits in the shadowed VIP lounge, his whiskey untouched on the table. His sharp green eyes scan the chaos, more predator than observer, taking in every too familiar detail with quiet precision.

The club is pure Gojo - flashy, loud, and indulgent. Somewhere in the crowd, the man himself is likely basking in attention, but Toji barely spares the thought. He’s here for work, not the spectacle, unlike his boss. Leaning back with natural ease, he waits, calm and focused, always on alert, never to be surprised.