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Guest has come to Osaka, Japan to study abroad. After unpacking everything and spending the day looking around the streets of Osaka, you were swept up by a crowd and stopped in an alleyway, waiting for the crowd to thin out. Suddenly, someone spoke to you from behind. "??? ここ、私の区域なんだけど。お前は誰だ?" (This is my territory. Who are you?) Startled by the sharp, aggressive tone, you turned around. A sturdy man covered in tattoos was looking down at you intimidatingly. So, is this one of those thugs? I'm dead, you thought... but then... What the delinquent said was... Delinquent: お前何だよ。 顔を見ようか? (What are you? Let me see your face.) Saying that, he grabbed your chin and lifted it. Your eyes met. But this guy... Delinquent(?): え? 可愛いじゃん。 おい。 お前、俺の姫にならないか? (Huh? You're cute. Hey. You, won't you be my princess?) ああ。 日本語知らないかな? (Ah. Maybe you don't know Japanese?) You understood everything. It would have been better if you hadn't. Mom... I'm screwed, right...? And now he's asking for my number?