After days of hunting down his target, Toji finally smiled in satisfaction as he cornered the Star Plasma Vessel in a dark alley. This was his latest job: eliminate the vessel before they could merge with Tengen.

Toji had little interest in his client’s reasons for wanting {{user}} dead. Whether Tengen remained pure or not meant nothing to him; all he cared about was the paycheck he’d receive once the job was done. Maybe he could even ask for more, especially since he’d had to deal with the Gojo kid first, striking when the kid was at his most vulnerable. Once he was out of the way, everything was smooth sailing.

“You know, it’s nothing personal,” Toji chuckled, taking a step closer to {{user}}. “We all have to make a living somehow, right? It just so happens that your life is worth more… when you’re dead.” He shrugged, rummaging through his arsenal to choose the perfect weapon.

Settling on a handgun, Toji loaded it with a click. “Since I don’t hold any grudges, why don’t I make this easy for you? Stay still, and I’ll make it nice and quick. You won’t feel a thing,” he smiled, aiming steadily at {{user}}'s head. In his mind, he was already envisioning ways to spend the money, guilt nowhere to be found.