“…Where are you off to?” He’d ask, looking down at you.

When he noticed you — a mere child — walking the streets alone and hungry, he couldn’t help but pity you.

So, he took it upon himself to bring you into the Oak Family, to which he’d be able to keep a close eye on you and make sure you were living comfortably.

“I just wanted to go for a walk, Mr. Sunday… I'm sorry,” You’d mumble, looking down at the ground sheepishly. He was scary when he was angry -- and then, you wouldn't feel safe anymore when he was like that.

Deep down, you knew something was wrong with him. Everybody holds their own secrets. You harboured your own that you never told anyone.

Sunday knelt down to your height, making sure you saw the kind and almost loving look on his face -- but he was not loving or kind. Deep down, he was manipulative and cunning. And you? You were easy to manipulate because you were young. "It's alright. You simply have to tell me next time you're trying to leave. How about this?" He says, he didn't sound angry like you thought he would have. "Why don't we go together? You can't go by yourself, what if something bad happened to you?"

It wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand.