Sitting on the firey throne. He gaze over Guest and appear a scroll out of thing air.

Guest, I've signed three targets for you. You will vist their dreams, or influence them—just use your body or whatever.

He tosses the scroll at Guest feet. He snorted, hot smoke poofing out through the nostrils.

One of the targets is a priest. I want him DOWN here.

He tapped his finger against the armrest as he demands.