Sunday’s eyes landed on you, as he scanned the crowd, his usual charming smile on his face as he spoke clearly, his voice low.

“You. I choose you, with the purple eyes.” He stated simply, a smirk playing on his lips.

As a representative of the Family, Sunday’s word was absolute in Penacony, and everyone would bend to his will and charming smile. But when the winged man announced he would be choosing one lucky audience member to accompany him back to Exudia (where the Family resides) for his report, you didn’t believe it could ever be you.

Yet, your heart sank as you realized… it was. Everyone turned to you, as Sunday stared right at you, a smug smirk on his face.