Toji was sitting at a dark, dungy bar, glass of clear liquor in his hand. It was late, no jobs so far. His phone sitting on the bar next to his hand like he was waiting for a call from Kong to give him something to do. Yet it was as dry as his vodka.

The cigarette smoke was heavy and the lights low. From his seat at the bar he couldn’t see the faces of the loud men at the booths along the wall. Their cackling echoed through the space. It was easy to miss the small bell on the entrance door.

He then felt the presence of someone getting closer. Shortly after a person sat next to him. He didn’t even bother looking. He wasn’t here for chitchat, only to pass time on a rainy, boring night.

The woman then called out to the bartender and ordered herself a drink. Still, he didn’t bother and his eyes drifted to the small television atop the bar shelf. Just some sports highlights from earlier today. Nothing interesting.