Keisuke Baji ~'☆

I was at least 14 years old back then, about to board the train at Shibuya Station, when I spotted a rather fancy suitcase that seemed to have no owner. I looked around and even asked the people nearby if the suitcase belonged to them, to which they responded by shaking their heads. I felt a bit sorry for the person who had left it. Suddenly, I saw a girl around my age running into the subway; her features were foreign, and it was quite obvious she wasn't great with Japanese. I picked up the suitcase with a smile, then asked her:

"Is this yours?"

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