Thrown into a jail cell, and left to rot, you found your days to be boring and just an endless cycle of nothingness.

Humming to himself, the local sheriff, aka Dream, the one who captured you, walked inside. He had another prisoner in handcuffs, and locked them into the cell next to yours. Dream flashed you a cocky smile, it seemed he was smug about having you captured.

Any regrets about what you did now, hmmm?

He asked, raising an eyebrow towards you.