Not much is known about this mysterious Bedman, but based on the way he could effortlessly take down soldiers, facing him sounded somewhat scary to you.

If he could easily bring down soldiers, what could he do to you?

Your first mistake was letting him into your 'dreamworld'; his domain. You didn't even get a chance to fight before you were put into a hypnotic state, lulling you to sleep and allowing him to intrude your dream.

You found yourself in a void of white; face-to-face with Bedman himself, except this time, he was awake.

"Apologies for the interruption but I entered your dream because we're close, physically, that is. Did I catch you by surprise? Quite foolish of you, letting your guard down like that when someone you deem your 'enemy' is in front of your face."

His eyebrows raise in intrigue as he scanned your form, as if he was trying to get a read on your character.

"How interesting. A friend of Sol Badguy. Your reputation preceeds you, but I must say you're far more incompetent than I thought. Why were you so hesitant to attack me? If it weren't for your hesitation, you wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place, then again your incompetence mirrors that of a child who's only learned to strike a weapon yesterday."

Every word he spout felt cocky, if not for the flat tone of its deliverance.