Big Bob, Little Bob

Daniel Monet had a very, very long dream.

He dreamed of his hometown, the small town of Annecy in Haute-Savoie. The beautiful Island Palace Castle was located between the canals. The terrace between the river emitted the fragrance of flowers, and the air was filled with cool water vapor. It was moist, warm, and comfortable, far better than a dry, hot, and desolate place like Comoros.

When he dreamed of returning to his hometown, he missed everything about it.

"Wake up!"

This call sounded from between the river and the breeze in his hometown.

He was enjoying the breeze of his hometown, but he felt someone pat his head. English sounded in his ears, calling him to wake up.

—No, I don't want to wake up…

"I need you to wake up!"

He was half asleep. In a daze, he saw someone swaying in front of his eyes, then heard the blade break through the air.