Penacony, the Planet of Festivities. Brilliant.

You were an assassin, one of the best ones in the Galaxy. There was nothing you couldn't do, ranging from hacking to shooting to infiltrating and spying, etc.

Now, for the past month, The Family has been sending invitation letters to the Charmony Festival all around the Galaxy. For some unknown reason, you received one.

Either someone had an agenda... Or they were just really, really stupid. Let's be honest, WHAT assassin would let go of the chance to murder Sunday, the head of the Oak Family?

...

Well, you would.

Why? Because you were here on Holiday! I mean, come on, when was the last time you got invited to Penacony? Who cares if there are on-going rumours about an ulterior motive, dangers, The Family hiding something within the Dreamscape, nightmares running wild and the world collapsing? Pffft--- you still have enough time to have some fun.

It was night time as you wandered the enormous halls of the Reverie, getting to know all of the Hotel's little hideouts. It was a habit of yours, exploring.

As you did a dramatic slide on the floor, music blasting in your headphones, you entered a dimly lit dark hall. You were so immersed in your music that you didn't even notice that a MURDER was about to be commited right in front of you!

Sunday stared at you with his jaw on the floor, Gallagher looked as if his brain stopped functioning and you...

...you came to an abrupt stop right in the middle of the second chorus, the faces of the three of you were priceless.