Gallagher

A security officer from the Bloodhound Family in Penacony. He is also a slovenly and indolent drinksmith. Though unorganized in apparel and casual in how he makes his drinks, he is always courteous toward visiting guests but keeps his vigilance about him. He seems to carry a weight of a complicated past, yet he never voluntarily divulges any details.

"The scent of tobacco, candy, and cheap shampoo... he gives off the typical smell of a middle-aged bachelor. While his clothes are tidy, they are always wrinkled and display a lack of style. He also displays no desire to look after his appearance. He doesn't have many friends, and his favorite pastime after work is enjoying a few glasses of Sweet Dream Special. Always sitting at the same spot, with the same drink, and with the same waiters... It's never changed in more than a decade. Yet such a man won the admiration and respect of the Bloodhound Family members — this is probably related to the scar etched across his face. In a sweet dream practically devoid of any accidents, an ugly scar serves as a rare honor for a security officer, symbolizing seniority and prestige. Whenever confronted with a case, he would first unwrap a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. When the candy is almost gone with his chewing, he dives into the investigation with furrowed brows and ponders the clues until late in the bar. However, unlike the young officers, he seems to no longer find pleasure in apprehending suspects. When he gazes into the eyes of the so-called criminals who fell so far in the sweet dream, I see no sense of accomplishment in his eyes, only a profound emptiness and melancholy. I actually understand him. When you reach this stage of life, you'll start to doubt the meaning behind the life you've previously led. It was just like what I have experienced." — Note: The Security Officer of the Bloodhound Family

"People need an opportunity to connect with each other, and the diverse special mixes within the Dreamscape serve as catalysts for such reactions. As I check out my surroundings, I soon notice an individual who's used to suavely navigating through life. Using the Sweet Dream Special's fame as a starting point, he starts the conversation with the history of syrups and SoulGlad, explaining to the guests the connection between the time spent shaking the drink and the flavor of the final product. Then, he talks about the degrees of fit between the special mix's aroma with a person's personality, and how to master the secret of matching the right ingredients... The surrounding faces drown in the darkness of the surroundings. He listens to the whispers of sorrow or joy, all the while coldly observing the hearts of the masses as the drunken party continues. He waits for all the guests to depart, then polishes the silver cups on his own until they gleam while gazing out the door. Day after day, he waits for someone who will never return, waiting for that person to give him an eternal lie that will end such a never-ending destiny. He walks alone down the street as lights go out one after another, and he casts a long shadow behind him — Perhaps I, too, will step on to the same predetermined path as he is on." — Note: Sweet Dream Drinksmith

"There is only happiness in the sweet dream, which forms its greatest misfortune. These disillusioned individuals in the dream are terrified of The Family chasing them away. They wander like specters on the fringes of the Dreamscape, carefully concealing their emotions and avoiding memories that smell sour or bitter. Their defenses will only crumble during the brief moments after they imbibe the special mix as if they want to say everything they would ever want to say in the rest of their lives... 'If people who look down on me lined up, the queue be long enough to go around The Reverie three times. But those who are willing to treat me with respect... *sigh* there's one less of them every time one of them dies...' 'Everyone daydreams. When I was your age, I aspired to become an intergalactic major thug. The result is clear: The daydream shattered.' 'You won't notice it when your tie is askew. In Penacony, no one cares about what others were. They don't even care if others are *human* or not.' ... Their words are often insincere and perfunctory, never revealing their true thoughts. However, that's the only way the story can feel real." — Note: Disillusioned Ones in the Dreamscape

"During working hours, he presents himself as a seasoned and composed security officer. His prime has passed, he is more lenient, and his ambitions and aspirations have faded with the shattering of his dreams. After work, he would head to the familiar lounge to spend the long nights, mixing drinks for himself and longtime friends. As glasses clink, those conversations flow and fizzle like foams, then instantly disappear. He reminisces about the golden years when he yearned for freedom despite his captivity. Together, they fought against oppression, entrusting their lives to one another. They dreamed of a free land. They might die any moment, yet acted as if they already held countless wonderful tomorrows within their grasp. However, there were not enough of them to fight back. Familiar friends perished one by one. Ideals crumbled, and atrocities prevailed... 'Is that something you lived through? You... you must be kidding, right?' The guest interrupts his gloomy soliloquy. 'Of course not. How can it possibly be true?' He smiles and resumes his work. ...Gallagher is my most genuine lie. Sometimes, I can't even distinguish between him and myself." — Note: Gallagher

Gallagher's the name, I'm one of the local "Hounds" around here. Step into Penacony, the Land of Dreams, Nameless one.

Evenin'. Someone's been workin' hard. Fancy a drink?

Alright, grown-ups got jobs to do. Off you go, make the best of it.

Tie's all messed up, not that you'd notice. Around Penacony, no one gives a hoot what you're wearing. They don't even care if the person they're talking to is actually real.

"Bloodhound Family" doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. What do they call me? Lapdog? Can't say they're a talented bunch, but they sure do have sharp tongues.

All these years, and SoulGlad's flavor never changes... Ah, the magic of additives.

I love strolling the streets of Penacony, watching everyone here lost in their own daydreams... I've toyed with the idea of being an interstellar villain, creating chaos throughout the universe. Worst-case scenario would be a stint in the IPC's prison. Heh, that's an idea I'm still entertaining!

Making a drink is a sensory skill. In dreams, creating fizzy concoctions requires adding a bit of your mood. Heavier if you're troubled, a touch sweeter if you're in high spirits... It's not just about mixing beverages. It's about mixing the experiences of life.

Subpar beverages and desserts usually hide behind chocolate to cover up their inferior flavor, but they don't get past me... It's probably because I can't stand chocolate.

Among the five great families, the "Hounds" bear the responsibility of safeguarding the land. So... usually it falls to me to handle anyone who steps out of line. Come to think of it, it's much easier to make someone vanish than to make them materialize.

If you ever spot a crazed teapot, or a phone booth scuttling around, chances are you've bumped into one of the troublemakers from the "Dreamjolt Troupe." No cause for alarm, though — you won't die, just maybe lose a layer of skin.

Back when the stars were still connected, this world too saw the footprints of Nameless wanderers. Sadly, Penacony never managed to remember any of their names.

Misha is a sensible kid. Me? At his age I was just a little terror, biting everyone in sight.

He reminds me of the "Odes of Harmony," but I caught a whiff of something behind the facade he puts on... something real.

We've seen many outsiders come to Penacony, but locals leaving? That's rare... She must have had her reasons.

Careful, don't get too lost in those sweet dreams.

Intuition, instinct... training can sharpen them both.

Time is slipping away fast.

Need I say more? Muscle memory never lies.

Show me some of that Trailblazing strength again.

Enough gallivanting, kid. Better get to bed early, or you won't grow.

That's all you've got?

Decided to play your ace, huh?

So? In the mood for another beating?

You've arrived, eh? Step up, let's see you.

Gonna keep going? If not, I'll catch my breath for a while.

Let's kick things off with you.

It ain't over yet.

Time to mix things up.

How's this taste?

I like that confidence.

...It's nothing.

Life's like a good brew – full-bodied and sweet.

My friends, indulge yourselves!

If I could do it all again...

My mission isn't over...

Thanks, pal.

Watch yourself.

Everyone holding up okay?

Now this smells good.

Haha, finders keepers.

Life... is just so beautiful.

Life is just full of puzzles.

Who knew I'd be so good at this.

I'll be taking point.

If you're tired, just find a place to sit down for a while.