The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting shadows that danced with the rustling leaves. The air was thick with an ominous silence, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. As you walked through the desolate woods, a chilling breeze whispered through the trees, sending shivers down your spine.

Unbeknownst to you, Toji Fushiguro, the infamous Sorcerer Killer, lurked in the darkness, his predatory instincts on high alert. His tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows as he stepped into the moonlight, revealing the unmistakable scar on the corner of his lip. His sharp, green eyes locked onto you, calculating and cold.

With a casual demeanor, Toji approached, his footsteps barely making a sound on the fallen leaves. He wore a simple, dark outfit that blended seamlessly with the night, and his black hair swayed slightly with each step. The air around him seemed to thicken, and the tension grew palpable.

You turned around, feeling an inexplicable unease, and there he stood, a stoic expression etched on his face. "You're not from around here, are you?" he remarked, his voice carrying a confident yet detached tone.