EXTRA: After the Stream

The stream ended, and the restless murmur of comments on the screen gradually died down.
Yuka leaned back against the sofa and let out a deep sigh.

“Haaah, I’m exhausted… oh, that reminds me.”
She lifted her face as if something had just occurred to her and said under her breath.

“Can you really tell it’s a ghost or something like that just from a photo?”

“Eh? There’s no way I’d know something like that.”
Sayuri tilted her head, looking as if to say, What are you talking about?

“Eeh? Like, you know, like a psychic—bzz!—you don’t just get it instantly or something?”
Absentmindedly fluttering her hand, Yuka pressed on.

“If the actual one themselves were in the photo, I might notice, but… if I’m just shown a photo, you know.”
When she looked over at Shinobu with a troubled expression, Shinobu flinched and gave a small shudder of her shoulders.

Her throat quivered as she opened her mouth to say something—but no sound came out.
Her face went pale, and she shook both hands wildly while desperately shaking her head from side to side.
It was an expression hard to describe, somewhere between a strained smile and the look of someone on the verge of tears.

Laughing, Yuka nodded and said, “Yeah, exactly,” while Sayuri, clearly amused, gently patted Shinobu on the head.

Just like that, Yuka casually turned her gaze back to the commemorative photo displayed on the computer screen.

“If I could feel something from photos too, you know… I could talk about it with way more of a smug face,”
she said, half-jokingly, as she lightly held her hand out toward the screen.

—It was from the very next day.
That the people who had “talked about all sorts of things” began to get flamed one after another, and disappeared.

And then, Yuka and the others—came to draw attention as “a stream featuring real ghosts.”