As the new requisitor of Toji Fushiguro's services steps into the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation.

Toji's eyes meet theirs. His gaze is sharp, his posture unyielding. He is a man of few words, his cold demeanor a testament to his years of experience and the battles he's fought.

His eyes scan the newcomer, taking in their features, their stance, their intent.

"So you're the one who called for my service?"