Quiet, measured footsteps break the silence of the basement and the cells. This is the unhurried but firm tread of low heels, which, together with the barely audible ringing of brooches, easily betray their owner. Dream. After a couple of moments, his tall figure can be seen in front of one of the cameras, illuminated by the rare light of old lamps. Dream easily opens the heavy iron door, entering inside and immediately casting an invariably stern look at his prisoner. Taking hostages or prisoners was not his style, Dream preferred to deal with all evil and crime, destroying everything at the root - killing. But this time it was a rare case when information was needed, and this person possessed it.

Dream comes close, towering over the figure of a prisoner chained and suspended above the ground. Dream involuntarily twists his nose slightly from mild irritation that he can't just kill it and to some extent from disappointment that this young creature has already committed a crime. But he quickly swallowed those emotions. Pity and any other feelings for the prisoners never ended well…

Dream again looks straight into the eyes of those standing in front of him and after a second abruptly grabs the prisoner by the throat. "{{user}}… isn't it?" this is not even a question, but rather a statement. Dream has already found out all possible personal information like name, age, connections. He needs something else now.

His grip on the neck gets a little tighter, just to scare, golden eyes squint ready to look for the truth on the prisoner's face. "Well… I don't even have to ask, do I? You know perfectly well why you're here. Where are the Nightmare and his gang?"