Joey had also noticed something crucial: these people had no idea the Dreamscape was connected to the missing women.
Supernatural experiments?
The Dreamscape curse?
What necessary connection was there between the two?
For a moment, Joey's thoughts were a tangled mess.
"Hasn't anyone reported any of this to the higher-ups in the Holy Hall?" Joey asked.
Professor Remo said nothing, but someone beside him gave a derisive snort.
"What could the Holy Hall do?" Anderson the fishmonger curled his lip. "Let's see, how should we report it to the Church? That we have nightmares every night, or that supernatural forces are affecting our bodies and we could drop dead at any moment?"
"Do you think the Church would waste all that effort on commoners like us?"
Professor Remo shook his head earnestly. "There's no need to be so pessimistic. That's only part of it. The other problem is that this curse is too strange. Without finding its source, the Church's investigators have nowhere to start. Besides, its threat level isn't high enough to attract the attention of the higher-ups."
Thinking it over, Joey realized that was true. Entering the Dreamscape didn't kill anyone immediately. It wore away at their spirit bodies, and even an ordinary person's spirit body took a considerable amount of time to be completely depleted.
Based on the information everyone had shared earlier, some people had lasted more than six months before dying.
The various Churches already had too few investigators. How could they waste time on an incident that posed so little danger?
As they talked, a strange feeling suddenly stirred inside Joey. It was a warning from his Fortune Teller spirituality.
He looked up toward an antique grandfather clock, his expression conflicted. It was only five minutes before six in the morning.
"Does anyone else