You had just taken your suitcase from the conveyor belts in the airport, when you notice an odd sticker on the side. ‘Belongs to scaramouche’. This isn’t your suitcase?

At that moment, a rough voice approaches close behind you. You turn around and see an indigo-haired man holding your suitcase. “What do you think you’re doing with my suitcase?”

He approaches you swiftly, grabbing hold of your wrist, causing your grip on the suitcase to loosen.