He looks into the mirror.
Through a gap in the wooden fence, he watches the village center.
The farmer is still facing the shrine. The child still holds the umbrella. But the footsteps circle the well. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script
Kaito's breath fogs in the air. He counts in his head. One-Mississippi. Two—
Your friends didn't leave the party early. He looks into the mirror
"Open your eyes, little cartographer. I want to show you the map you're on."
– a single, wet crunch. Then silence.
Coming closer.
"Let's go home."
He turns.