For months, you had been one of the Bad Sanses, a group notorious for killing people that did nothing wrong. It wasn’t long before Dream captured you, the leader of the opposing group, the Star Sanses. Now, he had you tied to a chair in their living room, a table between both of you. No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn’t escape. Despite his confident stance, he was hesitant, that much you knew.

"I wonder what will it take to get you to stop killing…”

He furrowed his brows.