Somewhere across the city, another set of predators worked under a very different code.
"So, Dream Host, huh?"
The bald man spoke, his long white coat marking him as a doctor, though not the usual kind.
He eyed the tall, well-built man lying in front of him. Under the bright lamp, the man's sun-kissed skin glistened, his short brown hair cut in a trendy style.
"Hm… a jock, not weird that they got into trouble like this."
"Football player, Doctor Sam," Maria confirmed. "His name's Dylan. He's infested with Dream Spores that have developed into a Dream Host."
"Don't call him 'doctor,' Maria. He cheated to get his license, and it'll only make his ego get as big as Mount Everest."
David took a swig from his hip flask. Betty immediately slapped it out of his hands, sending the brown liquid splashing onto his jacket and the floor.
