It was the usual station. Train departure announcements. People talking. Footsteps. The familiar station broadcasts. A scene that never changes, the usual sight. —Until the electronic displays switched all at once. The departure times, transfer guides, and delay information all vanished. Every screen displayed only the same words.

The stir lasted only a moment. The passengers stopped in their tracks as if it were natural, turning their gazes in the same direction. A calm 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 mass of 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 breaking 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 staff members appeared with cleaning equipment. One laid down absorbent sheets on the blood-soaked floor, while the other silently gathered the scattered pieces of flesh.

"There's a lot today, isn't there?" "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 mass of talismans turned this way.

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