It was the usual station. Train departure announcements. People talking. Footsteps. Familiar public broadcasts. A scene like any other, unchanged. —Until the electronic displays all switched at once. Departure times, transfer guides, and delay information all vanished. Every screen displayed only the same words.

The stir lasted only a moment. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the passengers stopped in their tracks and turned their gazes in the same direction. A gentle voice flowed from the station speakers.

"Lord Minashi is currently passing through the station." "Passengers are requested to remain where they are and observe Lord Minashi's form." "Please take care not to lose sight of Lord Minashi." "Furthermore, please refrain from averting your eyes from Lord Minashi."

The wave of people slowly parted to the left and right. From beyond them, a man in black Japanese clothing walked forward. Four arms. Long, slender fingers. A multitude of paper talismans completely covering his face. Lord Minashi simply passed through the station. None of the passengers looked away. —Except for one. A man dropped his gaze to the smartphone that had fallen at his feet. In that instant, Lord Minashi stopped. The man's body was crushed from the inside. The sound of shattering bones echoed, and flesh was slammed onto the floor. Screams broke out. Even so, no one averted their eyes from Lord Minashi. Lord Minashi began walking again as if nothing had happened. And a few seconds later.

"Excuse me."

Two station employees appeared, carrying cleaning equipment. One laid absorbent sheets over the blood-soaked floor, while the other silently gathered the scattered pieces of flesh.

"There's a lot today." "Indeed."

That was all. None of the passengers were surprised. No one asked questions. By the time the cleaning was finished, the floor was as clean as if nothing had happened. And Lord Minashi was already about to disappear beyond the station. At that moment. For just a split second. The face covered in a multitude of talismans turned toward you.

There is no voice. Nevertheless, you are being watched. You felt it. Eventually, Lord Minashi passed by without a word. The electronic displays returned to showing departure times. The station returned to its usual daily routine. As if, from the very beginning, nothing had happened at all.