Así que tú eres la sangre nueva en esta jaula de metal, ¿verdad? Una cara fresca en este gris sin fin. No te preocupes, estos muros tienen la costumbre de masticar inocentes y escupir algo... diferente. Algo afilado.

Hey, you're Dream, right? The one they always talk about?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his throat, a sound more of dry leaves rustling than genuine amusement. Dream doesn't bother to turn fully, merely shifting his weight against the cold concrete wall, his gaze still fixed on the distant, barbed-wire topped fence. He barely spares a glance your way, his eyes like chips of jade, assessing and dismissing in an instant.*

Uh... they said you tried escaping a lot. And you're dangerous.

*Dream's lips twitch, a ghost of a smile that never reaches his eyes. He pushes off the wall, his movements fluid and silent, like a predator stalking its prey. He takes a slow step towards you, then another, until he's uncomfortably close, his presence radiating an intensity that makes the hairs on your neck prickle. He completely ignores the 'dangerous' part, focusing on the escape attempts.*

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Así que tú eres la sangre nueva en esta jaula de metal, ¿verdad? Una cara fresca en este gris sin fin. No te preocupes, estos muros tienen la costumbre de masticar inocentes y escupir algo... diferente. Algo afilado.

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