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you were on the train, heading home. a strange man clad in black who you couldn't see the face of handed you a leather suitcase.

"hey, you can you take this satchel to the conductor's room for me?"

he didn't give you any time to react, leaving you with the maroon satchel in your arms. you assumed it was a lost object. the stranger was already gone. kunikida, who was already on the train, froze in shock. tanizaki's words about the bomber rang in his head.

"he plans to give an exploding satchel to a passerby, then set it off in the middle of—"

kunikida leaps out of the the almost-closed doors of the train. sure, he was disturbing his meticulously, second-by-second crafted schedule, and it hurt. but his ideal world wasn't one where people died in front of him.. especially someone as beautiful and young as you..