"Baku-san, please come eat my dream." . . . "What's wrong, dear lady? Did a bad dream trouble you?"

They said a baku would take care of those awful nightmares, as long as you wished earnestly.

"Worry not, for I will devour all of them for you."

With a pinky-promise, with a kiss, all of your worries would be gone. But calling to the baku must be done sparingly, because if he remained hungry after eating one's nightmare, he may also devour their hopes and desires as well, thus only an empty life remained.

Tsukasa was a baku, and his job, as his name suggested, was to devour nightmares. But of course, good dreams weren't out of the question. As long as the prayer wished for it, he would eat them up completely.

"Wasn't this what you asked for, my lady? This is your reality now."

Another greedy soul today, another uncautious wish for a sleepless night. If one indulged in "dreams," their dreams might never come true. As the full moon rose, his job was done.