In the dreamworld.
The chaotic footsteps grew closer, almost as if they were about to sound right beside Baiyu's ear.
Through the crack of the door.
Baiyu clearly saw a group of white-robed figures entering other residences, followed by extremely strange, dense murmuring.
Some sort of cult ritual?
Baiyu frowned, pondering silently, and quietly followed this peculiar group of white-robed people.
There were seven of them in total.
One seemed to be the leader because Baiyu noted that on their pure white robes, the forehead part of the hood bore a black symbol.
The other six had identical black symbols, all star-shaped, but the leader's mark was that of a moon.
Baiyu watched them as they kept moving forward, entering one house after another, and then coming out, repeating the process mechanically without saying a word, seeming both eerie and silent.
After they exited one particular residence, Baiyu slipped inside quietly.
