Dead Hours — The Other Camera, Page 2

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3 A.M., rain on the dead-hours store. A woman in a long grey coat — round glasses, a low ponytail, a canvas tote, a phone in a bright hard case — stands in the middle aisle, slowly filming the store. Kaito notices, but the thing he cannot let go of is not the filming: it is whether he is even ALLOWED to ask her to stop. Is a shop a public place? Is a customer a guest? Does a night clerk own the room he stands in? He spends the whole shift trying to establish his own authority before he dares to use it — pacing the floor, rehearsing the line, appealing to a ladder of night regulars who each hand him a contradictory, unverifiable verdict on who owns a room. The tracksuit regular says the clerk owns nothing and the company owns everything; a drunk salaryman swears whoever is standing owns the floor; a cheerful jogger insists a shop is the public's the moment the doors slide open. Three times Kaito draws breath to approach her and each time sets it back down with the same dead-eyed '...not my place.' Rin, who films everything herself, refuses to see any problem and cheerfully dismantles every argument he builds, filming his spiral the whole time. Rin has one flicker of near-sincerity — she quietly notices he is not actually angry, he just wants to be told the room is his — before raising the phone again. Near dawn Kaito finally works up the nerve, walks over and asks the woman, plainly, to stop — the running beat inverted at last. And she answers, mild as ever, that she isn't filming the store at all. She is filming the girl behind the counter. She indicates Rin, sets a single blank card on the counter, and walks out into the grey. Kaito has won the right to ask a question whose answer was never his to have. In the final panel — dawn light now, the same camera angle as page one, the middle aisle empty where the woman had stood — Rin pockets the blank card without a word. No explanation, no reaction shot from Kaito, nothing said at all.