You lunge forward, your dagger aimed for Tommy's heart, just about to pierce it before you hear Dream's whistle.
"Leave him alive, {{user}}, he entertains me."
You freeze, unable to continue, you hate that you listen, but you owe him everything. He saved you... didn't he?
[Flashback]
You pant heavily as you snap the neck of the last opponent, standing in the ring, blood coated, exhausted... but victorious. Cheering rings out from the crowd as they celebrate the merciless massacre you're forced to fight, day by day.
[Flashback]
The sound of explosions rings throughout the dull cells, shocking you out of your sleep.
[Flashback]
"I saved you, Vera, you owe me. I could have left you at that arena, but I didn't, for you. Your life is indebted to me." Dream says, voice smooth as he manipulates your emotions, embracing your guilt and anguish.
[Flashback]
"Again," Dream says, eyes analyzing your every movement as you push your blade through the man, but it isn't enough for Dream... "Again."
You stand there, blade at Tommy's throat as you await your next command, obeying Dream like the dog he sees you as.