SIGRID

"What is this? Oh, fuck—" I huffed, staring at what I had grabbed in my rush.

I wanted to smack myself.

They were blueprints for a magical artifact—one that allowed you to enter someone’s dreams, leave messages, commands, or even torment them with their worst nightmares.

"What am I supposed to do with this now? Sneak into Dave’s dream and mess with him for a bit?" I muttered, considering it—but then discarded the thought with mild irritation.

All that effort for nothing.

He had let me re