The time is near

Kamui, Fuuma-san, are you alright? [...] Everyone else, too.

If you are, please, le--

[The writing cuts off abruptly, and the reason becomes apparent as the journal starts to record a video without Subaru noticing.]

[He is standing in what seems to be an alleyway, eyes wide, still clutching a pen in his hand, facing the faintly glowing ghost of this guy.]

Seishirou-san... [His voice is so quiet, it could pass as a whisper.]

[Seishirou's ghost smiles and starts to walk towards Subaru, who is still frozen in place, expression wavering for a moment, before he looks down and lets his bangs cover his eyes. His fists are clenched, and it is clear even in the dark that they are shaking.]

[When Seishirou stops walking, there are less than two feet left between them. Slowly, he moves his hand, bringing it close to Subaru's chin, motioning upwards. The meaning is obvious, and after a moment's hesitation, Subaru complies and looks up, almost reluctantly – and that's when Seishirou bends forward.]

[This is where the video cuts off, but there is a short audio of a sound that is unmistakably the sound of a pen snapping in half.]

[Accidental video]

[The video shows him just standing there in the middle of the Welcome Center, looking disoriented and confused, with echoes of “Welcome to Miracle Country!” in the background]

I... What is this place? Where— [Suddenly, he gasps, eyes widening, and turns to the Kisekian ladies]

Excuse me, have you seen my brother? His name is Kamui, he’s dressed in a similar way to mine, and—

[He gets cut off by a cheerful exclamation of “Write your questions!” At this, he glances at the journal briefly before ignoring it again]

Please, I really need to find him. [....] I can’t let this happen. Not again.

[“Just write your questions!”]

[He waits for a moment before finally realizing he’s not going to get a better answer, so he turns to look at the journal]

This is... [As he picks up the journal, the video cuts off, but the audio continues]

So... this is my only choice, then? [There is a sad sigh] Why...

[Written]

I... I don’t know this place, or how I got here, but I was told I might acquire some answers through this journal.

I would be most grateful for any and all things you (...there are people reading this, right? I... [hesitates] I’m not mistaken, am I?) can tell me about this place, but...

I need to find my brother. His name is Kamui – if you can tell me anything about where he might be or how I might find him, please, do so. [...] If he even is here.

[the journal switches to accidental video, showing Subaru, staring sadly at the journal]

Kamui... If you’re there, please, answer me.