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第 1 页
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.
第 2 页
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.
第 3 页
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.