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The screen went black.

“Chakku… tsuiteru…”

He shoved the note into his pocket. Chakku. Tsuiteru. It was becoming his mantra. Midnight found him outside the skeletal remains of the old broadcasting center. The wind moaned through broken antennas. He climbed through a rusted grate and followed the flashlight beam down a corridor of peeled posters and shattered CRT screens. chakku! tsuiteru!!

She pressed play.

“Chakku!” someone yelled.

The rabbit’s foot twitched.