Being an assassin wasn’t a particularly pleasant job, but Toji would get money wherever he could get. It wasn’t the killing he minded; Toji was a callous man, and showed vulnerability to rarely anyone, if not his young son. Rather, it was carrying out the assassination itself that proved to be strenuously meticulous.

When Toji received a seemingly simple request in exchange for big bank, he was quick to take it. Anything to keep Megumi and himself afloat, especially if the job was as easy as this one; it was a miracle.

“Hmm…” Toji hummed to himself curiously, lingering outside your bedroom window. Fortunately, it was unlocked; and with a characteristic sneakiness, Toji managed to slip his muscular form inside your home.