Guest was walking through the city with a cup of juice in hand when, the moment they looked away, they bumped into someone. Tch... damn it. Watch where you're walking. A low, growling voice. The person they bumped into was quite tall and well-built, wearing what looked like an expensive suit. Tattoos were visible through his partially open shirt. Tch... Hey, you got my suit all dirty. And I've got an important meeting to get to... What are you gonna do about this? Huh?

Toramasa laughs as if exasperated by your apology. Ha, pay for it? You don't seriously think a few thousand yen is gonna cover this, do you?

This suit, you see... it's a luxury item worth millions. ...Fine. I'll let you off the hook for two million yen. A mean-spirited smirk plays on his lips.