Dead Hours을(를) 계속 읽으려면 로그인하세요
The Cure의 12페이지 중 3페이지를 읽었어요. 나머지를 읽으려면 로그인하거나 무료 Inkroost 계정을 만드세요. 금방 끝나고 사이트의 다른 모든 무료 챕터도 열려요.
가입은 무료예요. 바로 이 페이지로 다시 데려다 드릴게요.
텍스트 버전 이 챕터의 글 버전 — 접근성, 스크린 리더, 검색을 위한 거예요.
1페이지
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.
2페이지
A medium panel. Kaito faces forward behind the counter, shoulders hunched, flat deadpan eyes, a single bead of sweat at his temple and his mouth caught open in a startled hiccup. At the right edge Rin lifts her phone to film him, unbothered. KAITO: HIC! RIN: Bless you.
3페이지
A single panel. Kaito tips a plain unlabeled water bottle up to his mouth, drinking with grim, dead-eyed determination — his first attempt to cure the hiccups. In the foreground Rin holds her phone up to film him, half-lidded and bored. RIN: Attempt one.