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3 A.M., rain on the dead-hours store. The tracksuit regular — the one customer who has bought the exact same single item every night for years, the one fixed star Kaito builds his whole sense of order around — walks in, sets nothing on the counter, and says two words he has never once said: 'Surprise me.' Kaito is thrown into existential free-fall: for the first time the one predictable person on Earth wants the unknown, and he must choose a single item to stand in for a stranger's whole inner life. He declares silent war on the decision, hunting the shelves on Kaito-logic and reading the man's usual order like scripture, and every candidate ends on the identical dead-eyed beat of Kaito holding a blank-wrapped item up at eye level and murmuring 'This one?', only to get the exact same tiny noncommittal shrug. A drunk salaryman lobs terrible advice, a cheerful jogger insists everyone secretly wants the same thing, and none of it can be verified. Rin quietly livestreams the whole vigil as 'Kaito Picks a Snack (6 Hours),' with one flicker of near-sincerity — that he's the only person alive who'd take a stranger's whim this seriously, and it's kind of beautiful — before raising her phone again. Near dawn, certain at last, Kaito turns to present the perfect choice with a beaming certainty that inverts the running beat — and the magazine corner is empty. The regular fell asleep hours ago and drifted out at four. Then the reveal Rin planted in the first minute pays off: she'd asked the man what he actually wanted the instant he walked in, and he'd said 'the usual — just wanted to watch the new kid sweat,' his usual item sitting on the counter an arm's length from Kaito the whole night. Unable to bear a gift with no one to receive it, Kaito rings up his perfect chosen item and buys it himself — and Rin immediately takes it and bites. 'Surprise Me — six hours' hits four hundred thousand viewers; Kaito gets nothing, not even the snack. Dawn light fills the spotless store exactly as the night began — and the doors ding, the regular is back, sets nothing down, and says 'Surprise me' again, Rin's phone already raised, already live.
第 1 頁
A single wide establishing panel. Interior of a 24-hour convenience store deep in the night, rain streaking the front windows and an empty street beyond. Under buzzing fluorescent lights, the clerk Kaito stands alone behind the register, one hand on the counter. At the far end his coworker Rin slouches on a stool, absorbed in her phone. Aisles of goods surround them, quiet and liminal. Kaito (thinking): "The dead hours. Finally quiet."
第 2 頁
Four panels. Panel 1: the store's sliding doors open and the tall tracksuit regular — shaved head, grey tracksuit, a clear plastic bag of empty cans — steps in from the rain. Panel 2: behind the register Kaito straightens and reaches on reflex toward the shelf for the man's usual item. Kaito: "Evening. The usual—" Panel 3: the regular calmly raises a hand to stop him. Regular: "Not tonight." "Surprise me." Panel 4: Kaito freezes, eyes blank, hand still hovering; behind him Rin looks up, one eyebrow raised. Kaito (thinking): "...Surprise... him?"
第 3 頁
Three panels. Panel 1: Kaito grips the counter edge, staring at the shelves, weighed down. Kaito (thinking): "Six years. The same item. Every single night." Panel 2: in the foreground Kaito stares off, oblivious, while in the background Rin has leaned toward the tracksuit regular and murmurs a question; the regular murmurs something back — a silent exchange the reader only glimpses. Panel 3: Kaito plants both hands on the counter, resolute; beside him Rin lifts her phone with a small smirk. Kaito: "He's never wanted the unknown. Not once." Rin: "This is gonna be good."