Kaito sat at the kitchen table. The coffee was cold. He did not drink it.
The phone screen was bright in the dim room. The news app was open. The headline was bold.
Unusual Weather Damage in Grey District.
He scrolled down. The photo showed a brick building. The wall was blackened. Scorch marks ran in jagged lines. They looked like lightning. They looked like claws.
Kaito thought: That was Tuesday.
He remembered the fight. It was behind the textile factory. Raikou had been new. The entity was still learning control. The lightning had arced wide. It had hit the wall.
Kaito thought: I missed a spot.
He locked the phone. He set it down. The screen went dark.
Raikou said: "That looks dramatic."
Kaito said: "It is visible."
Raikou said: "It is art. It is signature."
Kaito said: "It is evidence."
Kuro said: "It is stupidity."
Kaito did not answer. He stood up. He picked up the mug. He poured the coffee into the sink.
He thought: Five cracks in six days.
