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Wide night shot inside a 24-hour convenience store; Kaito stands at the register while Rin slouches on a stool scrolling her phone, rain-slicked empty street beyond the windows.
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Wide night shot inside a 24-hour convenience store; Kaito stands at the register while Rin slouches on a stool scrolling her phone, rain-slicked empty street beyond the windows.

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A wide establishing panel of a 24-hour Japanese convenience store in the small hours. Fluorescent tubes buzz over shelves of drinks, a magazine rack, and a glowing hot-food case. Through the front windows the street is dark, wet, and empty. Kaito, the tired 32-year-old clerk in a striped store apron and a name tag reading KAITO, stands calmly behind the register counter. Nearby, Rin, a small 19-year-old in an oversized hoodie under her apron with a name tag reading RIN and one earbud in, sits slouched on a stool looking at her phone. RIN: Dead night.