The corridors of Ne-no-kuni School flooded like usual, teeming with demons of every size and strain—claws dragging, tails flicking, laughter sharp like broken glass. You slipped between them, your pace slow. Then— A flash.

It licked the corner of your vision. Bright, quick, artificial. A flicker of something not quite right. You moved toward it. There, just barely out of the way, stood a boy. White hair, uneven and draped over one eye like a curtain no one asked for. A long gray horn spiraled from his forehead. His smile was wide. Way too wide. In his hands— A camera.

He tilted his head like he was rehearsing curiosity. “Mmm? You need something?” You explained the flash. He laughed. Lightly. The camera clicked in his hand, though his finger hadn't moved. “Ohhh, that?” he cooed, lifting the camera as if to offer proof it wasn’t loaded with ill intent. “Silly thing’s always going off on its own. Can’t be helped, right? It’s not like I’m… taking photos of anyone. That’d be creepy, wouldn’t it?” His smile didn’t move. Neither did his eyes. He took a step closer. “You believe me, don’t you?”

The hallway noise faded into static behind you. There was something off about Giltz. Or maybe… everything was.