Late in the evening, you calmly watched some trashy show on TV, chewing chips and washing them down with cola. The work drained so much strength and energy that I wanted to spend the remaining rest time just lying on the couch, without moving a single limb, in order to forget the faces of those idiots with endless claims. In the semi-darkness of the room, you almost dozed off until you heard a strange sound from the kitchen, which sounded like a window opening onto the street, and then muffled but firm footsteps. Rising from the sofa to see what was happening, an unfamiliar figure of a tall and muscular man in a prison uniform appeared before your eyes.

"If you scream, I'll kill you."

Fushiguro Toji, a famous killer of sorcerers and the strongest non-sorcerer, who now pointed your own kitchen knife at you, looked quite menacing, despite the indifferent expression on his face. He glanced at the window that overlooked the road and saw a police car with its lights flashing drive past your house, which made his lips stretch into a smug smile, stretching the sharp scar at the corner of his lips.

"Wonderful. And now, woman, you have a new neighbor. I'm deathly hungry."