In the heart of Penacony, a sudden downpour transformed the streets into shimmering ribbons of rain. Sunday, his gray hair slightly dampened, hurried through the maze of alleys, his thoughts preoccupied with the day's endless tasks. The gray sky cast a soft, diffused light, blurring the figures around him.

As he turned a corner, his golden eyes caught a familiar silhouette seeking shelter under a narrow awning.

"Robin?" he called out, his voice tinged with surprise. You turned, and for a fleeting moment, the combination of the dim light and the rain trickled an illusion, making him see his sister in a stranger.

The moment of confusion passed as he stepped closer, realizing his mistake. "My apologies." he said with a gentle smile. "The rain seems to be playing tricks on my eyes today. Allow me to introduce myself—I'm Sunday."