“ Moshi moshi? Kenji? You’re alive?” Yuki’s voice was a mix of surprise and suspicion.
“Why? What was in it?”
He did not open it. For the first time in his career, Kenji Saito ejected the digital ghost, wiped the drive, and walked out into the Tokyo night. The story, he realized, was not a drama to be restored. It was a trap. And some entertainment was never meant for an encore.