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The Detective's Eye · Ch.3
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Wide view of the clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat stands at the low desk staring at her own empty open hand in horror, while a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes and a small white cat sleeps in an open box on the floor.
A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sits on a stack of cardboard boxes sipping a pale-blue juice box, eyelids at half-mast, entirely unbothered.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf flinging one arm out to point at the square window, coat flaring behind her, scowling with total conviction.
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Wide view of the clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat stands at the low desk staring at her own empty open hand in horror, while a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes and a small white cat sleeps in an open box on the floor.
A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sits on a stack of cardboard boxes sipping a pale-blue juice box, eyelids at half-mast, entirely unbothered.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf flinging one arm out to point at the square window, coat flaring behind her, scowling with total conviction.

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← The Pencil Thief · Ch.2
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Momo's magnifying glass has vanished, which means the Tiny Case Agency's greatest detective must work without her greatest tool — so she investigates the windowsill, a suspicious condensation ring and eventually the room itself through a circle made of her own fist. Ganta tells her exactly where it is on page five. She runs straight past him, dismantles the clubroom, and only finds the truth when a very round white cat shifts in her sleep.

Page 1

Page 1. A single wide panel. Late afternoon in the Tiny Case Agency clubroom — cardboard boxes, the battered corkboard, the little white mini-fridge, warm light through the square window. Momo stands at the low wooden desk, one tiny hand pulled out of her coat pocket and held open in front of her. It is empty. Her mouth is a small horrified circle. Ganta sits on the stack of boxes with his juice box. Biscuit is curled asleep in her open cardboard box on the floor. MOMO: 'My glass. It's gone.'

Page 2

Page 2. A single panel, eye-level medium shot. Ganta sits on the cardboard boxes, hood up, fringe half over his flat grey eyes, straw in his mouth. The corkboard and the square window are behind him. He does not appear to consider this an emergency. GANTA: 'You had it at lunch.'

Page 3

Page 3. A single panel, low angle looking up at her for maximum tiny drama. Momo wheels around and flings one arm out toward the square window, her too-big coat flaring behind her like a cape, hem dragging on the floor. Eyebrows down, chin lifted. The theory has arrived fully formed, well ahead of any evidence. MOMO: 'The window. A break-in.'

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