Tohma yawned. He HAD to get an assistant, this was just getting to be too much work. He yawned, and picked up the list of people that had called in. he slowly ticked them off one by one… not a woman… not a teenager, not a self proclaimed 'rabid fan' he sighed, and looked at the last name, Merrill Yanagawa? He blinked, and searched through the piles of paper that for once littered his desk, until he found the man's resume, and he whistled softly as he went over the prison record… still…
He laughed at himself, anyone with this much of a bad streak was worth at least an interview.