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3:12 A.M. A reroute cuts night-bus driver Amano Yuki's layover from nineteen minutes to thirteen, and Kaito — who will not admit he is optimising for anything — rebuilds the entire dead-hour store around that window: water pre-boiled, a blank cup staged handle-out, aisle four cleared, the register already open. The dramatic question, set by page two: can he engineer one flawless, uninterrupted thirteen minutes? Every night-shift oddball eats into it, and a ladder of regulars — the tracksuit regular, a rumpled office worker, a drunk salaryman — deliver flatly contradictory, unverifiable verdicts on whether anything real can happen in thirteen minutes at all. Three times Kaito checks the empty kerb through the front glass — "...not yet." Rin films the whole spiral as "The 13-Minute Man" and quietly relapses into small deniable sabotages: the kettle unplugged to charge her phone, the last clean cup taken — pettier and smaller than anything she would have tried before, and she knows it. Kaito finally assembles the perfect thirteen minutes just as the bus arrives — and Yuki spends eleven of them cornered at the door talking to Rin, while the staged cup goes lukewarm and untouched. At 3:31 Yuki refills her thermos, says her two words, and leaves to drive her bus; Kaito checks the same glass in the same pose and watches the empty kerb where the bus used to be — he built the flawless window and got nothing to put in it. Alone as dawn comes up, Rin deletes the clip without posting it. Final dawn mirror of page one: the cold, perfect setup still waiting on the counter, and no one ever noticed the aisle was clear.
Page 1
A wide establishing shot of the convenience store at night, seen from behind and above the register looking toward the front glass sliding doors and rain-streaked windows. The empty wet street glows outside under fluorescent light. Kaito, in his striped store apron and KAITO name tag, wipes the counter slowly. Rin, small in an oversized hoodie with her RIN name tag, is slumped in a chair on her phone. Rin: "Two forty. The dead part of the dead hours." Kaito: "My favorite forty minutes of nothing."
Page 2
Four panels. Kaito, worried, holds a folded blank paper notice behind the counter. Kaito: "They rerouted the night bus." Rin, not looking up from her phone: "The bus lady. Amano." Kaito gestures toward the front window and the empty kerb outside. Kaito: "Yuki. Parks the empty bus at the kerb, comes in on her layover. Only other person alive at this hour." Kaito holds up a plain white paper cup, grim. Kaito: "Nineteen minutes, now thirteen. So I'll make them perfect." Rin: "Perfect for what?" Kaito: "...restocking efficiency."
Page 3
Six panels of Kaito preparing the store like clockwork. Kaito, filling an electric kettle: "Water. Pre-boiled. Hot the instant it's needed." Setting a blank white paper cup on the counter: "Cup. Staged." Carrying a cardboard box down a cleared aisle: "Aisle four, cleared. No obstacles." Hovering over the open register drawer: "Register, pre-opened. Zero lag." Rin films him, deadpan: "Restocking efficiency." Kaito freezes, a single sweat drop at his temple: "...Correct."