A young man stands before the ocean and gazes upon the northern sky. The sounds of splashing waves can be
heard clearly; smashing against the tall and brittle buildings. With each strike the structure falls upon the shore
and releases a devastating impact upon the land. One by one the buildings fall, creating a synchronized tone of
explosions.

"Where am I?"

He has awoken from the symphony of destruction produced around him. Tremendous fear swiftly takes control of
his mind, making him run into the streets and away from the shore. Running and flailing his arms wildly, trying to
avoid each falling debris. The ocean waves seem to be slowly approaching the main land. He hurries down to the
epicenter of the city until he stops and senses a presence.

He was not alone.

He quickly gazes at a building that he passed by seconds ago. No one seems to be there but he still felt a presence.
He seeked for answers. Why is he in a place like this? He assumed that the myserious presence would answer his
questions. Quickly he rushed into the building and climbed the everlasting staircase.; dropping a sweat with each
passing floor until he stops and stares at a room.

"This is where I felt it..." He opened the door and slowly creeped inside.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" he asked timidly. No one seemes to be present within the living room. He walks towards
the balcony and looks at a distance. "What is this place...? Where am I!?" He shouted and seeked for an answer. Of
course, no one would reply. Trapped in thought, he sits down on a nearby chair and rests his head upon the wall.
He began to close his tired eyes until suddenly he heard a voice from a distance. He opens his eyes and searches
for the source of the echo.

"Hello?" he asked again while walking into an empty room. No one is there. He sighs and turns around to see a
man stand before him. The man is well dressed in a suit and appears to have not shaved in months.

"It appears that I have a visitor.. it's rare to have a visitor these days..

...

especially in my dream." The man said calmly.

"In a dream?"

"Yes, this is very peculiar.. tell me, have you also fallen victim to 'multi-layered dreaming'?"

"... Ah..?"

"It appears that you are dumbfounded by your current situation.. well then, let's start with a normal introduction.
My name is Cobb, nice to meet you young man." Cobb reaches out his right arm and asks for a handshake.

"... nice to meet you too...?" He also extends his right arm and awkwardly shakes Cobb's hand.

"I would like to know your name."

"My name?... Ah... AHA! I remember now!"

Cobb makes a confused expression towards the young man.

"This must be a dream right? So that must mean that I can get out of here by hurting myself!" He makes a run for
the balcony and prepares to leap off until Cobb quickly grabs his waist and stops him.

"Please, you must tell me your name!" Cobb said angrily. The young man aggressivley tries to break free from
Cobb's grasp and eventually loses his strength to continue fighting. Cobb notices that he has lost his ability to fight
back so he releases him from his trap. The young man kneels on the floor and gasps for air.

"If this is a dream, then I can control anything!" He quickly stands up and extends his arms towards the distant
chair and tries to levitate it using his mind.

"I already told you, this is MY dream, not yours. That means that I am the only one who is able to control it" Cobb
said.

The young man relaxes his arms and faces Cobb, "How do I exist in another person's dream? This doesn't make
sense!"

"I can tell you everything if you can give me your name first."

The young man focuses his vision at Cobb and stares at his face. Can he just simply give his trust to the person he
just met? This could be serious. If this man comes from the real world, then he can find the young man in real life
and could do harm to him. Judging by his appearance, it appears that this man comes from a serious organization.
Regardless, the young man seeked answers and the only way to achieve it is to simply say his name.

"My name is Trupe"

"Trupe.. well, nice to meet you Trupe, and welcome to my domain."

Cobb unleashes a strange tiny object from his pockets and spins it on a table. The object continues to spin... and
spin.. and spin.

"Do you know what this is?" Cobb points at the spinning object.

"Looks like one of those toys that children would play"

"Hahaha, it does look like one of those, huh?" Cobb said jokingly.

"This.. is called a totem. A totem's purpose is to tell whether or not the person is currently in a dream. If it
continues to spin nonstop, then you must be dreaming"

"Hey, it's doing it now" said Trupe.

"Exactly, we are currently in my dream, and I have no idea how you've come to this place.." Cobb walks closer to
the balcony and looks at a distance.

"I can only come up with one valid explanation for this event.." He turns around and faces Trupe, "my team has
sent you to wake me up from my own nightmare.."

"W-what?"

".. this is impossible though, why would they send a child to rescue me?.." Cobb faces outwards and into the
streets below them and mumbles to himself;

"it appears that the boy has no idea what is happening right now.. perhaps he has the ability to travel into other
peoples dreams?... impossible but.."

He slightly raises his head and asks "Tell me, Trupe, have you been to other people's dreams?"

... no answer.

"Trupe?"

Cobb turns around to face Trupe, but he was nowhere to be seen.

It is as if he vanished.