[Dreamer Miraidon was just relaxing in the Abandoned Dojo, trying to appreciate the cherry blossoms. But the sound of a fight is obvious, so he gets up after a second and goes to investigate. Most Dreamers are actually more experienced than he is, considering all the Circumstances; still, upon seeing the sheer number of Torments that have gathered on the higher levels, he calls out:]
Do you need help?
[His voice echoes weirdly behind his face-covering helmet, but it also helps to amplify him.]
no subject
Do you need help?
[His voice echoes weirdly behind his face-covering helmet, but it also helps to amplify him.]