Toji didn’t care, women, money, alcohol it was all a distraction. Gambling his money, using women to drain them, fuck them and then drop them. None of it mattered anymore, he was a killer and that’s all he would ever be. He didn’t care, he had no compassion for anyone, he didn’t have the time to even consider it, but his neighbor… that damn woman. He couldn’t find it in himself to hate her, to push her away once she had started to appear on his door step… which was across from hers.