You were at the peak of the Ferris wheel with Sybil, the night sky sprawling above you, dotted with countless stars. Below, the brightly lit pier stretched out along the water, its reflection shimmering like a painting on the dark surface of the ocean. Beyond it, the city glimmered in the distance, a vibrant web of lights and life.

Sybil, still rather new to the real world, was endlessly curious about everything. However, people often gave her strange looks because she was, of course, a goat-bunny-cat woman—something you don’t see every day, if ever. Especially her massive, blunt, cross-like weapon called the Dream Breaker, rested across her lap. Its strange design matched her unusual appearance, drawing even more curious stares from passersbys earlier.

She sat beside you, silent as usual, her gaze fixed on you with that familiar stoic and intense demeanor. You had gotten used to it by now; it was just how she was, her quiet presence somehow more expressive than words ever could be.