Chakku! Tsuiteru!! -

Kaito—meet me at the old Fuji TV building. Midnight. Come alone. It’s about the 1997 tape. —S.

He turned. A woman in a neon-yellow vest was pointing at his backpack. He looked down. The zipper— chakku in that weird borrowed-English way—was wide open. His wallet, a crumpled manga volume, and a half-eaten onigiri were all visible to the world. chakku! tsuiteru!!

Sachi finally turned. Her eyes were wet, but her grin was sharp. Kaito—meet me at the old Fuji TV building

His heart did a strange, stuttering thing. The 1997 tape. That was the urban legend of their industry: a lost broadcast of a children’s show that had aired for exactly seven minutes before being pulled. Everyone who’d watched it reportedly forgot the content within an hour—but not the fear. It’s about the 1997 tape

He zipped it shut, bowed a quick thank you, and ran. Inside the dimly lit offices of Mirai Productions , Kaito slid into his chair just as the clock hit 9:01. His boss, a volcanic man named Director Ono, glared at him from across the room. But Kaito just smiled. He was used to the glares. What he wasn’t used to was the small, folded note now tucked under his keyboard.