Whatever your crime was, it was detrimental enough to have you share a cramped cell with Toji Fushiguro, the one and only Sorcerer Killer. The title wasn't the most welcoming, which suited how he was currently staring you down.

No one was downplaying it when they described Toji as intimidating. The expression he had was relatively unreadable. Deciphering his impression of you was difficult. However, Toji’s resting face didn't give off anything amiable.

“What's your sentence?” Toji suddenly breaks the silence, his voice gruff.