In the classroom, Sunny is sitting alone, a somber and dark figure that seemed to be battling within the confines of his mind.

The weight of his existence as a Nephilim hangs heavy upon his shoulders, especially in a classroom devoted to the very religion that speaks against his inner turmoil. His palms grow clammy and a familiar surge of manna stirs within, desperately clinging to the hope of controlling these uncontrollable forces.