The perspective of the petite puppet was probably dim and fuzzy for over a minute.
Clang! Clang!
Kamiyagawa heard the mechanical monkey forcefully striking the cymbals.
By the time he came to, the little train had changed from when he first entered, with many more cars now attached.
In each train car, there sat a somewhat blurred figure.
Those "people" were following the rhythm of the moving train, stiffly swaying their bodies.
The scene felt eerily familiar.
Only this time, the puppet controlled by Kamiyagawa had taken a seat in the second row of the train.
He glanced down at his feet, the tapir had vanished.
However, the contract between them allowed Kamiyagawa to sense that the Dream Devouring Tapir was also inside this dream.
Clang! Clang!
The mechanical monkey at the head of the train started striking the cymbals as usual.
A shrill voice emanated from its belly, "Passengers, first stop, Flesh Slice! First stop, Flesh Slice!"
