Yosuke slowly looks over his shoulder and, upon seeing nothing stirring in the darkness, quietly closes the door behind him. There’s nothing but silence in the hallway, safe for the faint echo of a man snoring coming from behind one of the rice paper sliding doors at the end of the hallway. He walks off into the other direction, passing a corner, until he eventually ends up in the main lobby, empty and covered in darkness. He looks around, checking around every corner and peering into every corridor, before finally confirming he is all alone. With a sigh, he flicks on the flashlight on his phone and produces the picture he took of his newspaper club colleagues earlier, illuminating it with the flashlight to get a closer look.

Yosuke: Alright, then…

Holding up the picture closer to his face, he squints as he focuses on Shinju’s face on the picture, gazing into her eyes. Suddenly, the picture begins to move, as Shinju sits back down, puts her drink back onto the table and begins talking. Eventually, she stands up and walks backwards into the room, like a film being rewound. Nevertheless, like a camera, the frame keeps tracking her, showing Shinju as she goes through her life in reverse, the images speeding up and up and up until they become too fast for Yosuke’s brain to keep processing. He groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, but Shinju’s life continues to flash before his eyes — until after a few seconds, the rush in his head dies down. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he opens his eyes to see another Polaroid picture fluttering down towards the floor. As it lands, he picks it up and shakes it, until it eventually reveals an image of the moment in Shinju’s life he was looking for — the girl with her hand on the handle of a door, gazing through the window at another girl flailing away at a large punching bag, under the watchful gaze of a third. A smile creeps onto Yosuke’s face as he recognizes Hotaru Okazaki and Yui Arashi.

Yosuke: Well, who do we have here? (he whips out his phone, opening up a street view app and beginning to have a look at the city’s storefronts, cross-referencing them with his picture) Now where could this secret base of yours be, huh?