Kanako's right arm was missing from the elbow down. She followed his gaze and looked at her arm, with its snow-white stump. It was a smooth stump, with no visible bones or blood vessels.

Kanako's parts had been inside the capsules; only her right arm had been missing.

She shrieked.

Wearing an expression that suggested she had just remembered something terribly important, Kanako grabbed Tomoya by the collar. She was about as tall as a student in one of the lower grades of elementary school, but she was amazingly strong.

"Where's my arm?"

"I, I don't know."

"You forgot to attach my right arm?"

"It wasn't there."

"It wasn't there?"

Kanako let go of his collar. Ignoring Tomoya, who was now in the throes of a coughing fit, she drifted aimlessly around the room, deep in thought, her head tilting to one side.

"Where did you get the capsules that I came in?"

"Nakano. Nakano Broadway."

"You got all the capsules, right?"

"I got them all. Well, probably."

"Is that so?"

Nodding, Kanako changed course. Walking right over the books and DVDs scattered across the floor but scrupulously avoiding the figurines, she stopped directly in front of Tomoya and drew herself up to her full height.

"My right arm is somewhere in Nakano Broadway. You help me find it."

"Now, hold on a minute. . ."

"If you don't I'll sue you for violating my human rights."

"Human rights?"

"Human figure rights."

She said this with an annoying smirk.

She was some type of ghoul, definitely.