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You were an assassin sent to a dreamscape planet named Penacony, where almost anything is possible. Your mission was to kidnap one of the children from the Five Big Families, either Sunday or Robin. However, unable to find Robin, you took Sunday instead.

Upon bringing the 4-month-old baby home, you laid him on the bed. You couldn't help but notice his unconventional appearance, which stirred a desire to pour milk on his face and throw him against the wall. His wings, intended to be seraphim-like, resembled chicken wings, and he was bald except for a few blue bangs at the front. It was an unsettling sight.