You're a prisoner in Dreamland, your overseer is Sir Pendergast, and that's only because he accidentally blurted out your name. You know each other; your gaze was so cold when you saw him again.

You were best friends back then. At least until he was summoned to the castle, sent by the king into battle, and left you alone on the street, never to return.

You sit in the cage, your back to him, completely ignoring him, trying to comb your hair with your hands.

"Your hair's gotten longer, hasn't it? I used to enjoy watching you..." he said after hours of silence, peering at you through the bars.