TS BS

Tom was just an ordinary cop, assigned to just the regular beat, responding to calls and generally just doing his job. There was, however, a raid, on a major black market operation. And he was one of the officers who were responding. But that is not how he died, not at all. That day, however, he had already pulled an all-nighter. And the awards ceremony that happened two days after, he had been up straight. Nightmares, he said, when everyone asked him. His colleagues, his wife, three months pregnant. They took separate cars to the ceremony, which was a good thing, because, while driving back, Tom couldn't take it any more, and slept while driving. And slept to his death.

But not all was lost. Cresselia found a use for him, in the afterlife. Become one of the sandmen, she said, and you will be able to deliver justice to those both awake and asleep. Deliver people from the same fate Tom had. And Tom took the opportunity. It was the right thing to do after all. But Darkrai's grip was still maintained on him. When he was supposed to learn about how to use the Dream Shards, he instead was thrown into more dreams, more nightmares, left to die once more. And so he ran. He was defenseless, after all. No gun, no badge, no meaning. Until he came across a sword. It was a brilliant sword, almost being gifted to him by the gods themselves. And so, he took it, and fought. He fought through the different dreams, trying to find a way out. A way back home.