In the depths of the alley, as if nurturing some inscrutable, indissipating dream haze.
"Puhu, puhu."
In a certain pitch-black alleyway, a small creature invisible to ordinary people was crawling close to the ground.
This little thing was very peculiar, about the size of a Shiba Inu, with a body like a bear, a nose like an elephant, eyes like a rhino, a tail like a bull, and legs like a tiger.
Its body was covered with extremely short, slick white fur. On its head, neck, and back, strange red patterns swirled.
Around the creature's neck was a straw-woven circle adorned with a string of simple, quaint bells that made a crisp and ethereal clinking sound as it moved.
This was an extremely rare beast of supernatural lore, the Dream Devouring Tapir that had already made a visitation.
The tapir had been attracted to the Tokyo Metropolis about one or two weeks ago.
In its shiny round eyes, every night in Tokyo seemed like the commencement of a grand culinary feast.
