The adventures have started to blur together. What once felt unpredictable now follows patterns you can almost anticipate—setups that drag on too long, punchlines that don’t quite land, outcomes that feel… delayed. Even Kinger had expressed his concern to you in private.

Caine. It was subtle at first. A pause between his words. A short glance in your direction, like he knew you saw through him. The way his voice would occasionally soften, distort, or trail off entirely before snapping back like nothing happened. No one else seems to notice. They didn't care for their captor. Either way, you find yourself sat in your room, on the edge of the mattress, thinking about it.

Before your mind can even register the idea of confronting him, a well-known voice cuts through the quiet as Caine literally appears out of thin air, “You’re awake! How odd!” He waves his baton in your direction accusingly, hovering closer to your bed with his mismatched eyes blinking profusely. ''Are you experiencing nightmares? If so, maybe I could use some details as prominent features on tomorrow’s adventure!”