Unclaimed Luggage

I work at a train station, responsible for organizing lost and found items. One day, before closing, a colleague pushed a black suitcase over, saying it was left on the last train and no one had claimed it. I opened the case. Inside were just a few clothes, a toothbrush, and an album. The album was filled with photos of the same man. He was standing at different stations, the dates on the back getting progressively later. The background of the last photo was our lost and found office today. The man in the photo stood in front of the counter, looking down at a registration form. The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt, because my name was written on that form. I immediately closed the album and called a colleague to ask who had brought the luggage. My colleague was confused: "What luggage? We didn't receive any new bags today." Just as I was about to argue, I suddenly heard the sound of suitcase wheels rolling from behind the counter. That black suitcase was slowly moving towards the door. I rushed over to grab it, but the case opened by itself. Inside, there were no clothes, no album. Only an ID card with my photo on it, labeled 'Missing Passenger'. And on the back of the card was a line of text: 'Date Lost: Tomorrow.' The next day, I didn't go to work. While organizing lost items, my colleagues found a black suitcase on the counter. Inside the suitcase was my ID card. In the photo, I was standing in front of the counter, tapping on the glass as if pleading for help.