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Momo raises a hand for silence in the warm, cluttered Tiny Case Agency clubroom while Ganta sips a juice box and Biscuit sleeps in her box beneath a rain-streaked window.
Momo points dramatically at the four-pane window, raising her magnifying glass as she declares that a visitor is sending a code.
Two large droplets cling to separate upper panes of the rain-streaked window as Momo’s magnifying glass rises into the foreground.
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Momo raises a hand for silence in the warm, cluttered Tiny Case Agency clubroom while Ganta sips a juice box and Biscuit sleeps in her box beneath a rain-streaked window.
Momo points dramatically at the four-pane window, raising her magnifying glass as she declares that a visitor is sending a code.
Two large droplets cling to separate upper panes of the rain-streaked window as Momo’s magnifying glass rises into the foreground.

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A faint tap at the Tiny Case Agency window convinces Momo that a secret visitor is sending a coded warning. As the taps multiply, she investigates the desk, the mini-fridge, Biscuit, and finally the glass itself—while Ganta calmly identifies rain on page five. When a brief shower reveals the harmless culprit, Momo claims her counter-signal drove the visitor away, closes the case, and falls asleep.

Page 1

The Tiny Case Agency clubroom sits in warm late-afternoon light. Momo stands near the centre of the room with her magnifying glass in one hand and her other hand raised for silence. Ganta sits to the left, sipping his pale-blue juice box, while Biscuit sleeps curled in her open cardboard box. MOMO: “There. Someone knocked.”

Page 2

Momo plants her little boots wide, points toward the window, and lifts her magnifying glass with complete certainty. Biscuit continues sleeping in her box behind her. MOMO: “A visitor. Sending a code.”

Page 3

A close view fills the page: the square wooden window divided into four panes. Two clear drops cling to the upper panes while Momo’s oversized magnifying glass rises toward them from below. MOMO: “Two knocks. Urgent.”