Serial Killer

The way he pulled me into a dream was crude, nothing like the subtle, seamless approach of Miss Judy's mother... He probably wasn't a high Sequence Beyonder...

Having reached a rough conclusion, Abner recalled how the ordinary people in Abundance Church had looked last night, deliberately put on a bewildered expression, and turned toward the door.

The door creaked open, and a figure in a gray, double-breasted trench coat walked in.

He looked to be in his thirties, with a long, lean face and blue eyes that held the charm of a middle-aged man.

That manner... Those clothes... He looks like an official Beyonder... The newly transferred captain of the Tingen Nighthawks team?

Reading the copy of Stormy Manor manifested beside him, Abner casually greeted the newcomer.

The man in the gray trench coat took off his hat, sat down opposite him, and asked conversationally:

"Did you arrive in Tingen on today's last train?"

So he is a Nighthawk, a Nightmare... What does he want with me? Abner wondered, though he answered with a smile:

"Yes."

"What do you intend to do in Tingen?" the Nighthawk Nightmare asked "casually."

"I'm just passing through and staying the night. I'll leave tomorrow morning," Abner answered truthfully.

"Did you notice anyone suspicious on the train you took earlier?" the Nighthawk asked again.

Yes, me... Abner quipped inwardly. Then he thought back carefully before finally shaking his head. At least in his carriage, there had been no suspicious people.

"Mr. Brain, thank you for answering my questions. Pleasant dreams." The Nighthawk rose and politely bowed with a hand to his chest.

The dream suddenly rippled like water, and he vanished from the room.

Looking at the spot where the man had sat, Abner began to form a suspicion:

*Someone very dangerous has entered Tingen,