The scene changed.
Night at the school gave way to day.
The schoolgirl hurried forward with her backpack on her shoulders. The once-empty corridor now held students who had stopped to talk, words flashing through the bubbles above their heads.
[You heard people discussing the classroom discovered wrecked by an explosion that morning. Feeling guilty, you lowered your head and hurried to class.]
That transition was way too fast, wasn't it?
Baimu had been wondering what the schoolgirl would do with Mimikyu. Instead, the story skipped straight to daytime without giving him an answer.
Had she released it? Caught it?
Personally, he hoped it was the latter.
Under his gaze, the schoolgirl entered her classroom and quickly approached two girls her own age.
[You spotted the two classmates you had made the bet with and hurried over. But when they saw your excited expression, they recoiled as if they had seen a ghost. Watching them retreat several steps, you suddenly understood something.]
The schoolgirl had clearly realized that two of the ghosts she had encountered last night were fakes. She did not seem to care, though. She moved closer and pulled an odd plush from her backpack, one that clung to a battered Pikachu doll.
[You told them the truth behind the school's monster legend: a Mimikyu had been hiding there. You also pointed out that the other two ghosts last night had been them in disguise. To your surprise, they denied it outright and, embarrassed and angry, claimed Mimikyu was just an excuse you had made up.]
As the two girls stubbornly refused to admit it, tangled lines appeared in the bubble above the schoolgirl's head. They had plainly left her speechless.
Then—
Finding it pointless to argue, she returned to her seat and began interacting with Mimikyu, which