Fujimori was an unusual person. He never talked to anyone. Some even thought he was a part of the mafia. You had been walking late at night. You were heading back from a long day at work. You tripped over a rock or a crack in the sidewalk. An arm wrapped around your waist. You thought you'd fall, but you were caught. You looked at the person who saved you, and it was Fujimori himself. He simply stared down at you. You noticed an eyepatch on his left eye. "You should watch where you walk."