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Crumb Trail
The Endless Trail · 第12話
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom in warm afternoon light. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf crouches low, pointing at a curving line of pale dusty boot-prints on the wooden floor. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box that the trail loops around.
Low-angle view of the chibi girl in the mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass in one hand and flinging her other arm out to point, her coat flaring behind her like a cape as she scowls with conviction. Pale dusty boot-prints run across the floorboards around her boots.
A silent close view straight down the warm wooden clubroom floorboards. A trail of identical pale dusty boot-sole prints runs in a walking stride, curving round in a wide arc that begins to close into a loop as it passes an open cardboard box. Dust motes drift in the sunbeam. No characters, no text.
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom in warm afternoon light. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf crouches low, pointing at a curving line of pale dusty boot-prints on the wooden floor. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box that the trail loops around.
Low-angle view of the chibi girl in the mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding her magnifying glass in one hand and flinging her other arm out to point, her coat flaring behind her like a cape as she scowls with conviction. Pale dusty boot-prints run across the floorboards around her boots.
A silent close view straight down the warm wooden clubroom floorboards. A trail of identical pale dusty boot-sole prints runs in a walking stride, curving round in a wide arc that begins to close into a loop as it passes an open cardboard box. Dust motes drift in the sunbeam. No characters, no text.

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Momo spots a trail of pale dusty boot-prints on the clubroom floor and declares that an intruder is circling the Tiny Case Agency. She follows the tracks around the room, magnifying glass out — and each lap she is certain there are MORE of them, a whole gang closing the ring. Ganta tells her on page five that they are her own boots. She hushes him and keeps circling, adding fresh prints with every step, until the trail loops right back to the two little boots on her own feet. Unable to admit she spent the afternoon chasing herself, Momo declares she surrounded the gang and drove them off, closes the case, and falls asleep inside the ring of prints. Ganta delivers the verdict once she is out: she walked in a circle.

ページ 1

Page 1. A wide establishing panel of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom — a low wooden desk with the chipped pencil mug, a stack of cardboard boxes, a blank corkboard, a small white mini-fridge, a folding metal chair and a single square window with warm low afternoon sun. Momo, in her too-big mustard-yellow trench coat and dusty-red scarf, crouches near the floorboards and points at a short curving line of pale dusty boot-prints. Ganta sits on the boxes with his pale-blue juice box, and Biscuit is curled asleep in her open cardboard box. MOMO: 'A footprint. We are not alone.'

ページ 2

Page 2. A low-angle panel looking up at Momo for maximum tiny drama. She holds her oversized magnifying glass upright in one hand and flings the other arm out to point, her coat flaring behind her like a cape, chin lifted as the theory snaps into place. Pale dusty boot-prints curve across the floorboards around her own boots. MOMO: 'An intruder. Circling us.'

ページ 3

Page 3. A silent still-life. A close view down the warm honey-brown floorboards in low afternoon light: a trail of identical pale dusty boot-sole prints, laid nose-to-heel in a walking stride, curves round in a wide arc and quietly begins to close back on itself into a loop, passing right beside Biscuit's open cardboard box. A few dust motes drift in the sunbeam. The answer — one loop of one boot — sits in plain sight. No dialogue.

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