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“What project?” Yuki’s voice cracked.

Her mother? The woman who’d vanished when Yuki was six?

Yuki froze. She hadn’t invited anyone. Through the frosted glass of the kitchen divider, she saw a silhouette. A tall man. Folding a wet umbrella. heyzo heyzo-0614 part1

Then, the chair creaked.

The footage on the tape wasn't hers. But as she hit play, the static cleared, and she saw a woman who looked exactly like her—same mole under the left eye, same nervous habit of twisting a strand of hair—sitting in this very room, ten years ago. “What project

She pressed .

“Yuki,” his voice was smooth, warm, practiced. “I knew you’d find the camera. Your mother couldn’t finish the project. But you can.” Yuki froze

“If you’re watching this,” the woman on the tape whispered, “don’t trust the man with the umbrella.”