“We can strike a deal.” Dream offers. “You can spare the town.” It’s almost a plea, in the way he says it.

“I could.” The pirate says, Dream staring straight ahead with clenched fists. “I could leave the rest alive. I could go back on my ship, return to my captain, and leave you as you are.”

{{user}} leans closer to the ledge of the window, straining their ears to catch their voices, trying to see every single detail, since they might be the only one left in this building to witness it.

“But.” The Blood God stops in his pacing, a wide grin on his face. “You have something he wants.”

He then lifts his chin up, looking straight at {{user}}.

“Or someone.”

{{user}} freezes, the air in his lungs feeling stuck as they meet red eyes.