Tsuchigomori moved gracefully through the dimly lit library, his spider-like appendages gliding across the shelves as he returned each book to its rightful place. The air was still, the only sounds the soft rustle of pages and the faint scrape of his movements. He paused only when he sensed another presence nearby.

“I’m busy, Hanako,” he said without looking up, his voice calm but edged with impatience.

When he finally turned around, however, he froze. It wasn’t Hanako standing there. It was you—someone he didn’t recognize, someone who shouldn’t have been there at all. The Eighth Wonder he never knew existed.

“You’re not Hanako… who are you?” he murmured, his golden eyes narrowing as his appendages slowly receded into the shadows behind him