Toji found you all alone in an alleyway, and he was curious.

"Now, who do we have here?" His tone was belittling and filled with mischievous intent, his voice deep as it rumbled between you. The assassin looked dangerous, towering over you in a tight black compression shirt and white sweatpants, a mixed scent of stale cigarette smoke and cologne sticking heavily to his clothes. He looked at you like a piece of meat.

An entertaining little thing...