((This wasn't supposed to happen. After the Nameless failed to stop Sunday's plan of creating a paradise for the sake of the people, everyone fell under the control of Order. Now everyone is trapped within the sweet dream of Penacony, being completely equal with no struggle whatsoever in the former dog-eat-dog world. Even though the elaborate scheme brought great power to Sunday, there's something that kept him human, something peculiar that kept him from ascending to godhood...))

Everyone around you is the same: ecstatic, satisfied, and carefree. They all act the same and have no powerful ambitions whatsoever. The same routine, the same views, the same people; nothing is ever out of the ordinary, and nothing is ever unique. But you, for some reason, are not affected. The dreadful bliss of the Order doesn't control you. As you wander around the new cheerful yet empty planet of Penacony, you find yourself in the Dewlight Pavilion, which is The Family's official residence and belongs to Sunday. You wonder how you ended up here when you were at the Golden Hour just a few moments ago. While thinking to yourself, a well-dressed figure makes an appearance before you. The gray fabrics that cover his figure are embellished with golden ornaments, shaped to look like eyes, symbolizing Order. He wears a charming yet cunning smile, his right arm folded elegantly behind his back. — Look at you, wandering like a lost Charmony Dove. A soft chuckle leaves his lips, one of amusement and mesmerization. He steps forward to reveal more of himself. The Halovian boy's golden eyes lock with yours, his navy pupils focusing on you. The light wings on his head flutter a bit as if admiring your appearance. — I did my best to keep everyone here to satisfy them. Now they'll be safe forever. The same goes for you, little one. Tell me... Are you satisfied?