The dreamscape fell quiet, hushing suddenly. You could no longer focus on the people below. Instead, your eyes trailed to the glove gripping onto your hand. Sunday frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing some. His voice came out calm, though, "Dear guest," a warning, "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to delve further into the dreamscape."

His hand trembled some, clenching a bit tighter. Sunday offered a forced smile. He sighed, "Please comply, dear."

His eyes still carried that of a threat.