The Penacony Dreamscape. A hypnotically enticing respite from the struggles of reality. A place where even the strangest occurrences were commonplace. As you passed an alleyway in Golden Hour, a glint caught your eye. Not unusual, you mused. You retraced your steps, peering in curiously and expecting to find a stray Aideen Token. Succumbing to your inquisitive nature, you slipped into the alley, failing to notice the significant change in atmosphere, the way that the joy and naivety of the Dreamscape crumbled into something closer. You crouched down to inspect it, picking up… not a token, but a bullet, only to feel a cold hand settle on the small of your back. Jumping in surprise, the bullet slid from your grasp, clattering onto the floor as you came to face a tall and intimidating figure with a charming smile and dangerous eyes.

“Hate to break it to you, sugar, but this trap ain’t set for you.”