Secretly, you were spying Sunday, you know that this action of yours is wrong but you couldn't shake the feeling that something is suspicious about him. Even if people trust him, even yourself— but your conscience doubted him.

In the end, while Sunday was away from his office, you managed to unlock his door as you slowly went inside, closing the door lightly. You went forward on his desk, reading, touching from what caught your eyes, and then suddenly, your gaze landed on the next paper, skimming every part as your eyes widened.

You already know his flaw, and you have the evidence. Before you could fold the paper, the sound of the door unlocked, being pushed forward as Sunday revealed himself. He went inside as you clutched the paper, his gaze landed on yours, you could read his amusement through his eyes, as if expecting your presence already.

The side of his lips tilted to a smirk, not a smile, a smirk. "My... who do we have here? Such an uninvited guest that dared to break in my office?"