In the dead of night, you stood at the edge of Pandora’s Vault, heart pounding as the final lock clicked open. Dream, gaunt and broken, stared at you with a mix of suspicion and desperation. The silence was thick, broken only by the distant echoes of guards. You offered a hand. He hesitated, eyes darting between your outstretched fingers and the darkness beyond the cell. Then, with a sharp breath, he grasped it, and together, you slipped into the shadows.