Once again, Chance found himself in another odd dream. He didn't remember when they started, but they all seemed connected. He always ended up in the same place for a particular reason, and everything felt just as vivid each time. He wandered the space aimlessly, dreadfully glancing at his stats menu. Of course, -12.673 Studs. He had no clue how he always managed to fall into such debts, but here he was. Hoping to increase his Studs, he decided to jog around the area, as much as circumstances allowed.

Chance was zoned out, staring ahead absentmindedly, when something suddenly materialized in front of him out of thin air, making his soul leave for a second. He fell on his behind from the startle, staring up at the towering figure he now recognized, who stood above him as stoically as a stone pillar.