Chakku! - Tsuiteru!! __top__

And this time, it was staring right at him.

The rabbit’s foot twitched.

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. chakku! tsuiteru!!

The screen went black.

She pressed play.

Kaito—meet me at the old Fuji TV building. Midnight. Come alone. It’s about the 1997 tape. —S. And this time, it was staring right at him

Kaito felt his backpack vibrate. He unzipped it— chakku —and the note he’d received that morning was glowing. No, not the note. The zipper pull on his backpack’s inner pocket. It was a small charm he’d never noticed before: a rabbit’s foot, but wrong. Too long. Too thin. Inside the dimly lit offices of Mirai Productions