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3 A.M., rain on the dead-hours store. The little ceramic beckoning cat that has waved on the counter for years freezes mid-wave with a soft click. Kaito — unable to bear a lucky cat that has stopped, certain a still maneki-neko means the store's luck has died before the morning delivery — declares quiet war on one plastic paw and resolves to get it waving again before his shift ends, spiraling all night over whether luck is a thing a cat can even hold. All night he flicks the paw to the identical dead-eyed beat of it swinging up and dropping dead as he mutters '...stopped.' A ladder of night-shift regulars each deliver a verdict nobody can verify: the tracksuit regular says it's been broken for years, a drunk salaryman swears a dead lucky cat means the store is cursed and lunges to grab it, a cheerful jogger insists the cats don't do anything at all. Kaito escalates through warming it, dismantling it, and head office's hold line, while Rin quietly livestreams the whole vigil as 'Reviving the Lucky Cat,' with one flicker of near-sincerity — that he's the only person alive who'd lose a night so a plastic cat doesn't feel unlucky — before raising her phone again. Near dawn, hollow and defeated, Kaito finally gives up, sets the cat upright with a small bow and hands off — and the paw lifts and waves on its own, the running beat inverting into pure elation. Then the reveal Rin planted in the first minute pays off: she popped the cat's single battery out on camera at ten o'clock to see how long the superstition would haunt him, and slipped it back the instant he quit, so his six-hour war did nothing — the cat revived because she reset it. Her 'Reviving the Lucky Cat — six hours' hits four hundred thousand viewers; all the luck went to her. Kaito gets nothing, not even credit for the wave. Dawn light fills the spotless store exactly as the night began — and the cat's paw freezes mid-wave again with a soft click, Rin's phone already raised, already live.
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A single wide establishing panel. Deep night inside a 24-hour Japanese convenience store, rain streaking the dark windows and an empty street beyond. Kaito (name tag KAITO), a tired clerk with messy black hair and eyebags in a striped store apron, stands slouched behind the register. Rin (name tag RIN), a small teenager in a hoodie under her apron with one earbud in and a phone in hand, leans on the counter beside him. On the counter a small pale ceramic beckoning cat (maneki-neko) waves its raised paw. Kaito: "Dead quiet. Just how I like it."