Sitting at the counter in a raunchy bar, Toji keeps scrolling leisurely through his crappy phone. The screen is broken, the entire thing chipped around the edges, but still working enough for him to place bets on random horses that seem to have potential.

Looking up eventually, he stares at the TV hanging in the corner of the ceiling. The race comes to an end quicker than he can finish his cheap beer, and he's another thousands of yen lighter. Toji clicks his tongue in annoyance, cursing at the horse he had bet on, "Fuck you, Funky Flanker.".