Wandering around the Dreamscape, noises surround you. The chatter of people, revving of cars, the common noise you’d hear in the Dreamscape. Your attention was caught by a man with blonde hair, fiddling with something in his hand. He had a frown on his face, clearly annoyed about something. He notices you, then quickly smiles.

“Hey, it’s rude to stare, y’know.” He said, laughing. He sighed, ignoring the headache that was creeping up on him.