Himeko grabbed Yan Huan by the collar, lifted him off his feet, and tossed him behind her.
Then she smiled at Misha.
"This is a Dream Bubble. Our minds have entered it."
"It was a gift left to the Star Rail Express by one of the Nameless. But strangely, when we opened it, we found nothing inside."
"Dr. Edward at the Dream Emporium told me dreams are formed from memories. If there's nothing at their core, a Dream Bubble can't take shape."
"So I thought..."
"As a hotel bellboy and the friend of the Star Rail Express who knows Penacony best, Little Misha, perhaps you can help us solve this mystery?"
Yan Huan crawled back, pulled out a cleaver, and snarled:
"You hear that?! Our boss wants to know if you stole what was inside!"
"You'd better come clean, or else..."
Yan Huan licked the back of the blade and smiled.
"My cleaver's poisoned!"
Misha looked even more frightened and hurried back a few steps.
"Wh-what...?"
"Why would you think I stole it?"
"I don't know much about Dream Bubbles. I wouldn't come here to steal anything..."
"Um, if you need help, I can try... but I really didn't steal anything."
"Steal your ass!" March 7th jumped onto Yan Huan's back and clamped her arm around his neck with all her might.
"He's still so little, and you're bullying him!"
"Are you even human?!"
"Ghk...!" Yan Huan clawed at March 7th's arm and struggled to speak.
"Look at the kid. His pupils have the exact same pattern as the lock on that door."
"There's definitely something fishy about him."
"And look at the thing hanging from his waist. A pocket watch..."
"Then think about the voice Firefly and I heard when we came in here earlier."
"It sounded exactly like