You collected the little fox's last paper, making your way to the outside of the cabin you found yourself in. Of course, you knew you were dreaming. Yet, the air felt thick, and it made you feel heavy and slow. Your breathing felt heavier than your steps, and even flying was not much of use to get you off the ground. As you left the dark cellar, a voice, a low whisper could only be made out, echoing to you.

"The soul of the Fox is Mine."

After consoling the juvenile fox, he seemed to let up a scream as you only turned around to see nothing but the Dream Eater through the fog, its claws unsheathed, and it lunged, long arms only making use of catching you fast, nearly keeping you held on the ground, so tight it could crush you.

"And now... your fates are Entertwined..."