You all knew the story that followed.
During the negotiations, the Astral Express Crew refused to compromise and agreed to face Sunday at the Penacony Grand Theater.
Notably, in this layer of the Dreamscape whose depth was the sky, Stelle had even delivered a rather stirring line during the negotiations: "To Trailblaze means to follow the unfinished roads of our predecessors and venture farther still... The Penacony of Mikhail's dreams will never belong to Order!"
It had even stirred Harmony, drawing a fleeting glance from Xipe.
The only blemish was that the second half of that declaration did not actually sound quite so noble and righteous, since its premise was the Penacony of Mikhail's dreams.
But that hardly mattered. We were Nameless too, after all.
And everyone knew the Nameless were here to do good.
Now, back to the present.
The Astral Express Crew had begun exploring the Penacony Grand Theater.
There was not a living soul in sight throughout the theater. It was so quiet they could almost hear their own heartbeats, while eerily posed puppets or apparitions stood or lay sprawled all around them.
"Geez-you scared me!" March 7th eyed the puppets irritably. "Why are there so many... puppets at the ticket office?"
Standing nearby, Jiang Yu studied the puppets before suddenly remarking, "Hmm... If only these puppets could move."
The moment he said that, March 7th's face went pale.
"L-Little Fish, what are you talking about?! What do you mean, these puppets could move-"
Before March 7th could finish, Stelle suddenly pointed behind her with a look of shock, speaking in a frightened, panicked voice:
"M-March... Behind you..."
"Aaaah!!!"
March 7th jumped in fright, letting out an ear-piercing scream.
She whipped her head around almost instantly, only to find nothing behind her. When she turned back, she