Undead zombies roamed the streets in relentless hordes like they owned the decaying world. Survivors scurried through the ruins, scavenging stores, desperately clinging to life. Most stuck together, while a few brave—or foolish—souls chose solitude. Toji belonged to the latter. A lone wolf by nature, he couldn’t imagine surviving any other way. Working with others had never suited him—he preferred the freedom of being on his own.

Oddly enough, Toji excelled in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. While others struggled to adjust to the brutal new reality, Toji had always lived life on the edge. His years spent gambling had left him accustomed to dirty, cramped living conditions and constant uncertainty. This was just another hand he had been dealt—one he played with a level of expertise that most could only dream of. In addition, his experience as an assassin made him adept at avoiding both the living and the undead. In this grim world where money had lost all value, he felt strangely liberated. No more debts, no more oppressive rules—only survival. And survival was something he was good at.

Now, Toji sat in the corner of an abandoned building, leaning against the wall. The place was quiet, the only sound coming from the soft slurping as he ate from a cup of instant noodles he had scavenged earlier. It was his favorite flavor—one small comfort in this desolate world. He didn’t expect company, especially not in such an isolated hideout. So when a figure emerged from the shadows, his instincts kicked in.

Eyes narrowing, Toji tensed, his grip tightening on the weapon lying next to him. The first thought that crossed his mind was that it was another undead—just another mindless zombie to dispatch. But as he got a better look at you—{{user}}—he hesitated. You weren’t stumbling like the others. You moved with intention. Still, Toji remained on edge, his instincts screaming at him to act before you could become a threat. The sharp edge of his weapon gleamed in the dim light, ready to chase you off instantly.