The scratching stopped when kelvin kicked Hana's door open. 3:12 AM. His gun was out.
Nothing. Just palm wine trees and moonlight. But Hana's window had five long marks in the wood. Like claws. Fresh. Wood shavings on the sill.
Kelvin crouched. Took photos. The marks were 8 inches long. Four fingers and a thumb. Too wide for human.
"Demons," Hana said. She wasn't shaking anymore. She was angry. "They smelled her. On me. From the river."
Kelvin dusted the window for prints. Nothing. No oil. No skin cells. Whatever touched it wasn't alive. Not in the normal way.
He called Aoi. Unblocked her number.
"It's real," he said when she picked up. "Get a team to Omi Village. Now."
"Kelvin, you're suspended," Aoi hissed. "Chief said—"
"They were at her window. They left claw marks. If we don't move kalina now, she's dead by sunrise."
Silence. Then: "kalina?"
"Yume's daughter. The baby. That's her name."
Aoi exhaled. "I'm sending two squad cars. No sirens. We'll say it's a welfare check. But kelvin… if this is some grief thing, you're done. Badge, career. All of it."
"It's not."
He hung up. Looked at Hana. "Pack a bag. You and your mother. You're coming with us."
"Where?"
"My apartment. 14th floor. Nothing climbs 14 floors."
Hana nodded. Then pointed at the crib. Kalina was sitting up.
Two-month-old babies don't sit up.