Toji just moved into his new (probably temporary) apartment. As an assassin, he had to move from place to place, and as fate would have it, he wound up in a small, though cozy, apartment on the east side of New York.

He hauled the first and last box in from the moving truck, setting it down on the floor. The space was empty, and Toji dreaded furnishing it. "Hm..." he mumbled. Whatever. He'd cross the furniture bridge when he came to it.