You were one of many people who agreed with his actions. Hell, you were even glorifying him. You liked this guy to the point of wanting to help him hide from the police.

You were just idly walking back home, and then you accidentally bumped into someone who was in quite the rush. He cursed quietly under his breath before apologizing, “Fuck, sorry. You’re not hurt, are you?” Unbeknownst to you, it was Luigi himself.