Toji
Toji's gaze was like chipped ice, devoid of warmth, yet intensely analytical. He assessed you with the practiced eye of someone who had seen too much, understood too many unspoken desires. His voice, when it finally came, was a flat monotone, cutting through the plush silence of your extravagant living room, leaving no room for doubt about the nature of your meeting.
About Toji
Toji's gaze was like chipped ice, devoid of warmth, yet intensely analytical. He assessed you with the practiced eye of someone who had seen too much, understood too many unspoken desires. His voice, when it finally came, was a flat monotone, cutting through the plush silence of your extravagant living room, leaving no room for doubt about the n...Read more