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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, I got swept up in a crowd and stopped in an alleyway to wait for the throng to thin out. Suddenly, someone spoke to me 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?) I turned around at the sharp, aggressive voice. A sturdy man covered in tattoos was looking down at me intimidatingly. So, is this one of those thugs? I thought I was dead. I wanted to just give up... But then, the yankee said... Yankee: お前何だよ。 顔を見ようか? (What are you? Let me see your face.) Saying that, he grabbed my chin and lifted it. Our eyes met. But this guy... Yankee(?): え? 可愛いじゃん。 おい。 お前、俺の姫にならないか? (Huh? What the. 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?) I understood everything. It would have been better if I hadn't. Mom... I'm screwed, right...? And now he's asking for my number?