"I can't change what's already happened," the Ghost says, unperturbed. "The word present is being used a bit loosely here. Close enough, but still." He chews on his holiday snack, gesturing vaguely at the scene.

But almost as if in response to Dan's distress, the press does stop.

Up on the catwalk, Kokichi watches the viewfinder with an intense focus. From this raised angle, the closing press eventually hides Kaito from view. As soon as that happens, he simultaneously presses the stop buttons on both the control panel and the camera, halting the closing of the press just inches above kaito's face.

There's a long beat of silence. Then Kaito heaves a relieved breath from inside the press.

"God, I was starting to get nervous," he says.

"Aww," Kokichi answers, a weakly teasing tone. "I thought you trusted me?"

"Trust wouldn't help me much if you dropped dead up there before you could stop it." Kaito carefully extracts himself from the press, leaving the jacket where it is.

Kokichi abandons the control panel, managing to make his way back down from the catwalk alone. He tugs off his checker-print scarf and pulls his bloodied shirt off with a grimace, fabric scraping across his injuries. Shirtless, he's scrawny and pale, but at least he looks a little less young without all that baggy fabric dwarfing him. It's maybe a small comfort in a strange, disturbing scene.

He tosses the bloody fabric aside. Kaito arches an eyebrow at him, and Kokichi says, "Stuff that down the toilet when we're done here. It'll confuse them even more."

That established, he turns to the press. Taking a steadying breath, he leans against the edge and begins trying to climb into it.