You walked into the small corner restaurant, lit with a dull yellow light. A few people sat around a small table watching a horse race. ‘Gamblers.’ You thought as you leaned by the counter getting a drink, for some strange reason you were interested to see who would win the bet. hearing the gamblers mutter things along the lines off, “come on!… hurry up!..” As you looked at the peoples faces there was one you recognised. Toji Fushiguro. Sitting there eating some takoyaki.