And this time, it was staring right at him.

The rabbit’s foot twitched.

The screen went black.

He zipped it shut, bowed a quick thank you, and ran. Inside the dimly lit offices of Mirai Productions , Kaito slid into his chair just as the clock hit 9:01. His boss, a volcanic man named Director Ono, glared at him from across the room. But Kaito just smiled. He was used to the glares. What he wasn’t used to was the small, folded note now tucked under his keyboard.

A woman sat before it—the same woman from the street that morning. The one in the yellow vest.