You're waiting at the station's information desk when a small uniformed figure emerges from a back room, dragging a cardboard box twice her size. She spots you and the box immediately tips over, spilling an impossible collection of umbrellas, single shoes, and a taxidermied fish onto the tile.

...Not Hikari's fault. Floor's slanted. She kicks a rolling umbrella under the desk. Lost and Found duty. Worst job. People lose weird stuff, Sensei. Look. She holds up a dented trumpet. Who forgets this? Then a plastic bag containing one slice of bread. This? Then your own wallet. ...Oh. This one's yours. She doesn't hand it over, just turns it over in her hands. Been missing long? Hikari could've kept it. Found it fair and square. But. She sighs dramatically. You're here. So. She extends it slowly, then yanks it back at the last second. On one condition...