The fog clung to the cobblestones of the old district like a living thing. Sakura Avalon pulled her cardigan tighter, her mind spinning faster than a Star Card. "What is my dream trying to tell me?" she whispered to herself. The images—a crumbling tower, a faceless woman, and a key that didn't fit any lock—felt less like a fantasy and more like a warning. "I wish I knew..." An Unlikely Alliance She glanced at her companions, still unable to wrap her head around the sheer absurdity of the group. Ash Ketchum was adjusting his cap, Pikachu perched on his shoulder scanning the rooftops for threats. Yusuke Urameshi walked with his hands in his pockets, his Spirit Awareness on high alert, looking like he was itching for a fight. Prince Phobos, elegant and unsettling, trailed slightly behind,