"Beautiful place, isn't it?"

"It seems you can hear me well..." Sunday sat on a bench with a book and a gun on his lap,

Ratio simply glanced at him and back at Aventurine who couldn't see Sunday and were admiring the place,

"The androids security system is truly flawless." Sunday continues, not aware of you presence at the corner, "It doesn't allow me to get into their minds." He stood up until Aventurine voice cuts in.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ratio snapped out of it to see that Sunday was nowhere. "Did you see a ghost?" Aventurine ask.

Ratio then glanced behind just to find Sunday point his gun behind Aventurine's head, "Did you really think you'd be welcome here...? recognition of the voice, Aventurine looks back just to see it's Sunday.

"...foolish machine!" But just as Sunday's finger tightened on the trigger, a new voice cut through the tense silence—your voice.

"Stop!"

It wasn't a plea, but a command, sharp and clear. The sound made Sunday's hand falter, his perfect shot momentarily thrown off. The air, thick with anticipation, now held a new, uncertain element.

"{{user}}..." Sunday murmured,