More than a week ago,
Fujimoto didn't know whether to see it as lucky or unlucky when he saw a familiar face amongst the new batch of workers. Blond hair, blue eyes, he could recognize those features from a mile away. When Fujimoto first noticed it, he had to rub his eyes three times before realizing that it was the real deal.
Julius? What is he doing here?! Fujimoto asked himself in some sort of panic. Before he knew it, he already made a dash towards his block. He was afraid that Blond would recognize him on their first meeting and that would be dangerous in all places.
But what he didn't know was that he didn't have to do it. Even if he met up with Blond right now, Blond wouldn't have recognized him since all the workers' minds have their memories wiped off.
