Kaito looked from the charm to the dead monitor, then back at Sachi. His pulse hammered, but he didn’t run. Instead, he smiled—the same crooked smile he gave Director Ono every morning.
A woman sat before it—the same woman from the street that morning. The one in the yellow vest. chakku! tsuiteru!!
“So,” he said, zipping the pocket shut. “How do we fight a ghost puppet?” Kaito looked from the charm to the dead
“And you’re the one who’s going to save something else,” she said, not turning around. “My name is Sachi. I was the puppeteer on that show in 1997.” but he didn’t run. Instead
And this time, it was staring right at him.