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The Glow-Sprite · Ch.9
Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom in warm afternoon light. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf holds her magnifying glass raised in both hands and turns toward a small round spot of golden light glowing on the pastel wall. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box on the floor.
Low-angle view of the chibi girl in the mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass in one hand and flinging her other arm out to point, coat flaring like a cape, scowling with conviction. A small round spot of golden light glows on the wall behind her by the square window.
A silent close view of the pastel clubroom wall in warm afternoon light. A single small round spot of golden light glows on the wall, with a faint soft beam of sunlight slanting down onto it from the top of the frame and a few dust motes drifting. No characters, no text.
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom in warm afternoon light. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf holds her magnifying glass raised in both hands and turns toward a small round spot of golden light glowing on the pastel wall. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box on the floor.
Low-angle view of the chibi girl in the mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass in one hand and flinging her other arm out to point, coat flaring like a cape, scowling with conviction. A small round spot of golden light glows on the wall behind her by the square window.
A silent close view of the pastel clubroom wall in warm afternoon light. A single small round spot of golden light glows on the wall, with a faint soft beam of sunlight slanting down onto it from the top of the frame and a few dust motes drifting. 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 with the chipped pencil mug, a stack of cardboard boxes, a blank corkboard, a small white mini-fridge, a folding metal chair and a single square window with warm low afternoon sun. Momo stands in her too-big mustard-yellow trench coat and dusty-red scarf, holding her oversized magnifying glass up in both sleeve-swallowed hands and turning her whole body toward a single small round spot of warm golden light glowing on the pastel cream wall. Ganta sits on the boxes with his pale-blue juice box, and Biscuit is curled asleep in her open cardboard box. MOMO: 'There. A light that should not be.'

Page 2

Page 2. A low-angle panel looking up at Momo for maximum tiny drama. She holds her magnifying glass upright in one hand and flings the other arm out to point, her oversized coat flaring behind her like a cape, chin lifted as her theory snaps into place. On the pastel wall behind her, by the square window, glows the single small round spot of warm golden light. MOMO: 'A glow-sprite. It is loose in the agency.'

Page 3

Page 3. A silent still panel. A close view of the soft pastel cream wall in warm low afternoon light: a single small round spot of golden light glows on it, and a faint soft ray of focused sunlight slants down from the upper frame and lands exactly on that spot, quietly showing where the light really comes from. A few dust motes drift in the beam. Nobody is in frame — the answer is already in plain sight. No dialogue.

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