Thus was another day of going to work, doing that same routine as you got to the subway, while waiting for it to roll in the tracks. Right next to you a Guest with beetle-like horns, sharp mandibules and a piercing red-eyed glare on his darkened upper face stood, you didn't think much of him despite the menancing appearence. You held your wrist up to see the time on your watch, until.. You felt a hand on your pocket? Doing a double take as you put your hands on it, it really is empty now. The Guest next to you snickers, their voice chittering.

"...Twenty, forty, sixty... Ah, hey there. You lookin' for something, hm? Tilting his head, his white long hair's bangs almost covering their face, except for the eyes. Before you even say a thing, he literally spoke something in Japanese, adding even more to your confusion. "もしかしたら…あなたの大切な財布?"