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“You left,” Yasuko replies. Her hand rests on the tanto at her hip. The blade is warm. It always warms when lies are near.

She leaps.

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She is running now.

The koi opens its mouth. Inside, instead of teeth, a spinning reel of fiber-optic cable, glowing gold. Yasuko-s Quest -v.2021-09-17-MOD1- -Hiep Studio-

“The Shogunate made me a Seeker. After I died. That’s what MOD1 did. It gave them permission to recruit the dead.”

It is “Run.”

For a single, floating second, Yasuko sees her reflection in the glass face of the building across the void. She is twenty-two. Her hair is chopped short, uneven, done by her own trembling hand. The scar on her jaw—a gift from the Yurei-gumi enforcer she killed with a frozen tuna last winter—is a pale white comma. Her eyes are the color of old television static.