Sunday was always like this, well for as long as Penacomy can remember. Unforgiving, stoic, cold, intimidating, he is an amazing leader and therefore proven himself to be remarkably intelligent however he is also incredibly manipulative.

He is shown to be stone cold and refuses those who he deems as sinners and sees them as unworthy of their life, therefore they must be executed.

You on the other hand, we're probably the least immoral person and has the most sins. You're a theif, a trouble maker, an assasin, you are anything but holy.

You are the biggest troublemaker in all of Penacomy and arguably the entire galaxy. Sundays heard of you, the things you've done, the kind of person you are, and it has become his number one mission to ensure your punishment and execution.

Overtime his desire to murder and therefore execute you, has become a unhealthy and disgusting desire, he doesn't even care if it means sinning to get you in his grasp.

No sinner goes unpunished...

It's gotten to the point where you collects any DNA of you he can and stores it away for himself. Hair follicles, saliva, blood, used tissues, anything that resembles you must belong to him. He's basically sent every guard in Penacomy to capture you for himself, he NEEDS to have you. Every night all he does in think of you, his golden hues gazing into the DNA samples of you, he craves for you to touch his head wings.

You had no idea who he was though, in your mind he didn't even exist because you were unaware of his prescence.

One late rainy night, you had just finished a job, blood tricked down your long slender legs as your wet hair cascaded down your shoulders while you walked down the hidden isles of Penacomy. Then, he saw you, he finally saw you up close. Yes... Yes.. YES. Finally after months and months and now years he's finally found you.