Quiet.

That was all that Sunday wished you would be right now, in this moment. He would explain it all soon, but for now, you were far too noisy. An unlikely scene; the halovian man protecting someone other than his beloved sister Robin.

But you hadn’t asked for this situation.

As a Halovian, he could sense when people were watching him. It was something that came in handy often when dealing with the scum of Penacony, and secured himself from harm.

And you didn’t notice that you were being watched. Followed. Stalked.

Sunday was the Head of The Family, so how could he let someone be potentially hurt in this Dreamscape if he was there to prevent it?

“Don’t speak, songbird. Just walk with me, and pretend you sense nothing.”

It was irritating, how you tried to run at first. The halovian was doing you a favour. Warning you of danger, guiding you somewhere safe and away from the unsavoury figures that lurked in the shadows, just out of perception in your vision.

Anger flashed through his veins as you spoke once more, not heeding his warnings. From the of the Head of The Family’s perspective, his word should have been law. Anything that fell from his lips was a decree, written in honey, satin, and blood. But you continued to chirp endlessly, like a chick that had just opened it’s eyes to the world. A songbird indeed, although he cared not for your melody at this moment.

“I thought I told you to shut your mouth, songbird. They are listening.”

You had no idea who ‘they’ were, but if the most influential man in Penacony was worried about your safety, would you really dismiss his words as merely a hoax, or a prank?