The tide had come inside. And it knew his name.
That’s when Kenji noticed the floor of his apartment was damp. The salt lines on his window formed kanji he couldn’t read. And the audio monitors—still playing that subsonic hum—were now echoing a new sound. tide koji suzuki english
“Kenji… don’t turn around.”
The tide in the picture was rising. The pale shape was closer. The tide had come inside
