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The Signal · Ch.6
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat stands frozen in the middle of the room, one hand raised for silence, head cocked, listening. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, a round white cat sleeps in an open box, and a leafy twig touches the square window outside.
Low-angle close view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding a magnifying glass and raising one finger as a theory forms, scowling with conviction. A leafy twig taps the square window behind her.
A silent close view of the square clubroom window with warm afternoon light. A single slender leafy twig outside taps against the glass, with small motion lines where it meets the pane. No characters, no text.
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat stands frozen in the middle of the room, one hand raised for silence, head cocked, listening. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, a round white cat sleeps in an open box, and a leafy twig touches the square window outside.
Low-angle close view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding a magnifying glass and raising one finger as a theory forms, scowling with conviction. A leafy twig taps the square window behind her.
A silent close view of the square clubroom window with warm afternoon light. A single slender leafy twig outside taps against the glass, with small motion lines where it meets the pane. No characters, no text.

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Page 1

Page 1. A wide establishing panel of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom — a low wooden desk, a stack of cardboard boxes, a battered corkboard, a small white mini-fridge, a folding metal chair and a single square window with warm afternoon light. Momo stands frozen in the middle of the room in her too-big mustard-yellow trench coat and dusty-red scarf, one tiny sleeve-swallowed hand raised for silence, head cocked, listening hard. Ganta sits on the boxes with his pale-blue juice box, and Biscuit is curled asleep in an open cardboard box. Just outside the window, a slender leafy twig rests against the glass. MOMO: 'There. Did you hear that?'

Page 2

Page 2. A low-angle panel looking up at Momo for maximum tiny drama. Her huge amber eyes narrow with conviction; she holds her magnifying glass upright in one hand and raises a single finger with the other as the theory clicks into place, chin lifted. Behind her, the leafy twig taps the square window. MOMO: 'A signal. Someone is sending code.'

Page 3

Page 3. A silent still panel seen from inside the clubroom, looking at the single square window in warm afternoon light. Outside the glass, a single slender leafy twig with a few small green leaves taps against the pane; small curved motion lines mark where it strikes. Nobody is in frame — the real source of the sound sits in plain sight. No dialogue.

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