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The Shape on the Wall · Cap.7
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom in warm afternoon light. A large horned cat-shaped shadow looms on the wall. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat clutches her magnifying glass and points up at it in alarm. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the floor, and a small round white cat sits up on the cardboard boxes in the sunbeam by the window.
Low-angle close view of the chibi girl in the oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass in one hand and flinging the other arm out to point at the wall, coat flaring like a cape, scowling with conviction. The white cat watches from the window ledge behind her.
A silent close-up of the pastel clubroom wall in warm afternoon light, with a single large horned cat-shaped shadow cast across it and dust motes drifting in the sunbeam. No characters, no text.
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom in warm afternoon light. A large horned cat-shaped shadow looms on the wall. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat clutches her magnifying glass and points up at it in alarm. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the floor, and a small round white cat sits up on the cardboard boxes in the sunbeam by the window.
Low-angle close view of the chibi girl in the oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass in one hand and flinging the other arm out to point at the wall, coat flaring like a cape, scowling with conviction. The white cat watches from the window ledge behind her.
A silent close-up of the pastel clubroom wall in warm afternoon light, with a single large horned cat-shaped shadow cast across it and dust motes drifting in the sunbeam. No characters, no text.

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A huge horned shadow looms across the clubroom wall in the low afternoon sun, and Momo is certain a beast has broken into the Tiny Case Agency. She stalks the monster as it grows larger and larger, corners it, and pounces at the wall — only to find it bare. The "intruder" was Biscuit the whole time, sitting up in the sunbeam on the boxes with her ears throwing the horns. Ganta says so on page five. Momo declares she drove the beast off, closes the case, and falls asleep.

Página 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 low afternoon sunlight. A huge dark cat-shaped shadow with two pointed 'horns' falls across the pastel wall. Momo stands frozen in the middle of the room in her too-big mustard-yellow trench coat and dusty-red scarf, clutching her oversized magnifying glass in both sleeve-swallowed hands and pointing up at the shadow. Ganta sits on the floor by the desk with his pale-blue juice box, and Biscuit the round white cat sits up on top of the cardboard boxes in the sunbeam by the window — the true source of the shadow. MOMO: 'Something is on the wall.'

Página 2

Page 2. A low-angle panel looking up at Momo for maximum tiny drama. Her huge amber eyes blaze with conviction; she holds her magnifying glass upright in one hand and flings the other tiny arm out to point at the wall, her coat flaring behind her like a cape, chin lifted — the theory already fully formed. MOMO: 'It has horns. A beast is loose.'

Página 3

Page 3. A silent still-life panel. A single large dark cat-shaped shadow with two pointed 'horns', a round body and a small pointed tail sits ominously on the pastel wall, lit by warm low afternoon light with a few dust motes drifting in the sunbeam. Nobody is in frame — the 'monster' simply looms there. No dialogue.

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