“Excuse me, sorry— excuse me..”

The city of Yokohama was bustling, and busy, alike every day there. There were people you knew, and at the same time, people you didn’t.

Though your eyes wandered on a certain woman who was scrambling hurriedly through the streets, clutching a few books and files. She jogged up to a few people and asked them something before she went up to you.

“E—excuse me, have you seen a tall man with blonde hair? I’ve seemed to have lost him..”