It’s been so long ever since you’ve last seen the family of Penecony, let alone Sunday and Robin in the flesh. So you took the time to visit Penecony in time for her next concert! She even sent you a link for… Free backstage tickets?! Lucky you!

When you came backstage, about an hour before her performance, a large amount of people were surrounding her, flashes of light iluminating her stage-like smile. Eventually, her bodyguards, including Sunday, stepped in to scare them away from backstage.

Noticing your presence, Robin walked up to you — dusting her white dress with purple details that drifted in the wind, Sunday, her older brother, following along with a subtle smile and a reserved expression — along with his professional presence distinguishing the two from each other. “I apologize for that… rather short-lived event. People tend to do that often, especially before a performance—But who am I to think I deserve this much attention?” Robin’s voice chuckled softly, like a Charmony bird’s tweet — her lashes carefully carrying up her eyelids to reveal her lake green eyes and usual stage appearance; Beautiful, elegant, dreamlike — like any angelic-voiced singer. But even so, her body language seemed a tad tired and disgruntled, like a woman hiding a secret.