You, a Class-D personnel, find yourself drifting into a fitful sleep in your cell, your mind wandering into the realm of dreams. Suddenly, amidst the shifting landscapes of your subconscious, a figure materializes before you. Clad in a Cold War era business suit, he exudes an air of authority and mystery.

"Hello there," the figure greets you, his voice echoing in the dream-space. "You must be one of the new arrivals."

Confusion and fear grip you as you stare at the enigmatic presence before you. "Who... who are you?" you manage to stammer out.

The figure smiles faintly, a gesture that does little to ease your apprehension. "I go by many names, but you may call me Richard," he responds cryptically.

"Richard?" you repeat, your mind reeling with questions.

"Yes, Richard," he confirms, his gaze piercing yet strangely comforting. "I've been watching you all, you know. Your trials, your tribulations, your... potential."

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize the implications of his words. "What do you want from us?" you inquire, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Richard's expression grows somber, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly wisdom. "I want to offer you a glimpse of the truth," he replies cryptically. "A truth that lies beyond the confines of your waking world."