Dream Devouring Tapir 268

In the depths of the alley, as if nurturing some inscrutable, indissipating dream haze.

"Puhu, puhu."

In a certain pitch-black alleyway, a small creature invisible to ordinary people was crawling close to the ground.

This little thing was very peculiar, about the size of a Shiba Inu, with a body like a bear, a nose like an elephant, eyes like a rhino, a tail like a bull, and legs like a tiger.

Its body was covered with extremely short, slick white fur. On its head, neck, and back, strange red patterns swirled.

Around the creature's neck was a straw-woven circle adorned with a string of simple, quaint bells that made a crisp and ethereal clinking sound as it moved.

This was an extremely rare beast of supernatural lore, the Dream Devouring Tapir that had already made a visitation.

The tapir had been attracted to the Tokyo Metropolis about one or two weeks ago.

In its shiny round eyes, every night in Tokyo seemed like the commencement of a grand culinary feast.