Millions of people ride the subway every day. Dropping their wrappers, receipts, hairs, and phlegm. These are the people you have to clean up after. You could probably name every one of them.
Then you find a discarded phone in one of the subway cars. Who knew something left behind could dig up so much of the past and lead you down a path you might never return from?
Was it a mistake to pick it up? Did you even have a choice to begin with?