A Servant to Wizeman
Melody stepped through the Dream Gate. Reala, a thing who looks like a person despite the huge cat- like pupils and the paleness and the red and black horn things, grabbed her arm and took her through a Door without saying a word. When he finally stopped, they were in front of a silver-ish thing with one eye on like six hands with no arms.
"Master,"Reala said. "I have brought you the Visitor."
"Good," Wizeman said. Reala left. "What's your name?"
"Melody," said Melody.
"Would you like to serve me, the most powerful being in the world?"
"Only if I get paid."
"Done."
"So, what are my wages?"
"I'll decide that later. I'll pay you twice each day. Start by making me tea."
"Slow your roll! I'm not doing anything until I know what I'm being paid." Wizeman stepped forward.
"You will do as I ask, or you will pay the consequences!"
"Alright! Alright. I'll go make your tea." Melody said and off she went. She came back a little later with a tray of tea and a tea cup. Wizeman handed her a mask.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A persona. It shows your loyalty to me," Wizeman said.
"Where's the paper and pen?" Wizeman handed her a paper and pen. She drew a toxic sign and wrote quarantine under it. She put the persona in the trash and put the sign on the can and left. Reala came back and noticed the trash.
"Why is the trash can under quarantine?" he asked. "Anyway, Nights has been spotted."
"What are you waiting for?" Wizeman said. "Go get her! And tell Melody there's no way out of the Night Dimension and she won't really be paid.
"Yes, my Master." Reala left and told Melody.
"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed.