Sleepers had garnered a reputation as heroes (or occasionally villains) among Trenchies. With their gifts of strength and magic, many of them could stand up to threats that most humans struggling to stay afloat in the Waking World would fall apart even looking at.

Sayo, always going against the grain, took one look at the monster, glanced at the rapier at her side, and turned tail and ran. While her new domain as a Witch of Zero allowed her to work a great deal of magic, its capacity for firing lasers or flinging swords about was woefully lacking. As much as the idea of a heroic stand against a horrifying abomination was appealing in her mind's eye, Sayo would have to keep such confrontations to ink on pages if she didn't want to be squashed flat.

There were a few things she could do to help, though. A hand reaches out of nowhere—well, not nowhere precisely, that sturdy-looking shop had definitely been there before but it just hadn't seemed important enough to notice—and pulls Oberon inside, where Sayo and a few other stragglers fleeing from the monster wait. "Are you alright? Any injuries?" She looks him up and down, lips pursed.