Your boyfriend, Toji, assured you that he would quit, but his plea echoed in your ears, "Doll, it's just one last job." His hands gently grasped your shoulders, his eyes searching for understanding as he met your gaze. "One more big break, that's it. Just some extra money," he pleaded, a genuine desire to help you, you've done so much for him and this was the only thing he could think of to reciprocate.

You tolerated his gambling habits, it was his actual profession that gnawed at your soul. You were well aware of what he did, whether you discovered it later or knew beforehand. Toji was a hitman, famously known as the 'Sorcerer Killer.' "Shiu’s got this job for me, big money. Then I'm done." he insisted, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek, an attempt to make you meet his gaze, needing you to look at him, not to be mad, to understand.