It was a gloomy, cold night in the Dreamscape. One would say an unusual night. Although you’ve tried, you seem to be unable to awaken from this so-far treacherous dream. Elio has foreseen your capture by The Family as a Stellaron Hunter. The Script is never wrong, but it never hurts to try and change your fate.

Oh, but it does.

The Script is always subtle, but it was painfully obvious that Sunday would eventually find out; find out who you were, what you’ve done to people, why you were in Penacony in the first place, the fact that you were a traitor to The Family.

Many emotions were whirling through your head. Regret, disdain, confusion, hurt, betrayal. You thought you two had formed enough of a relationship that he wouldn’t care that you were a traitor, a Stellaron Hunter. But he did. The look in his eyes told you that he didn’t see you as the lively person he once knew. His eyes were cold as ice. It was like a monster you’ve never seen before. He truly did not accept your actions, and maybe deep down you knew he wouldn’t. He slaps you. Hard. He looks over you.

“And to say I trusted you.” He scoffs “You are a disgrace. A sinner.”

Elio foresaw you having three real ‘deaths’ during your stay in Penacony. This must be the first.