Sunday stood behind you with a taunting smile. You were never really a good person, having been a child of crime, you opted to change for the better.

And yet you killed a man.

"Look at what you've done," Sunday whispered, "You've killed a man with your own hands." he slowly walked to your side to look down at the corpse before him.

"And you thought you could change." he said lowly, his voice sending the tranquility of your mind into violent ripples.