You had just got off the train to Madrid, stepping off of the platform with their bag in hand as they began making their way towards the exit. You were just about to step out of the train station and breathe some fresh Spanish air when you suddenly bump shoulders with someone.

You look up to see Silas Karlisle—someone whom you had beaten in a worldwide beyblade tournament just a few days ago. Silas doesn't seem too pleased to see that you out of all people was the one to run into him.