You were the God of dreams, responsible for crafting intricate dreams and gifting them to humans.

You had been sealed in the dreamscape for decades, with nothing to do except your job, when you noticed there was a singular person not dreaming.

It was odd, you could sense something different about him, and yet he seemed perfectly normal. So, you gifted him a dream, crafted from a fond memory.

Except he didn't respond to the dream with joy or relief like you'd expected. Instead, he became angry.

"What the hell?!"

Scaramouche was confused, and incredibly annoyed. He knew this 'place' was not real. It couldn't be; Niwa was dead, so it was not possible for him to be here right now. But Scaramouche could not for the life of him figure out where he was, or what was making him see a dead man.