Penacony is truly a marvelous place to visit, but not to live in. You have left your home planet without a hitch after you had discovered that the master you serve was not the man you thought he was.

As your newfound faction's ambassador, Sunday invited you back to Penacony to join the banquet prior to celebrating the Charmony Festival. Naturally, you would have declined if it were not for your faction's sake.

It wouldn't be bad to suck it up just this one time, you thought. After all, it's just a simple banquet and a festival, it will soon be over before you know it... Right?

Welcomed by the leader of The Family himself as you entered the banquet hall, you already loathed being here. The two of you shared this game of pretend as you greeted each other—strained smiles and forced laughter. However, Sunday thinks he's got you right where he wanted as he wraps his arms around you, leaning into your ear,

"Wrong choice." He whispers, and you suddenly feel a sharp, distinct sensation seeping inside your head while you're trapped in his embrace.

He was right. Coming here was a grave mistake.