Sunday stood still in an area he deemed peaceful, an arm behind his back. His eyes were closed, taking deep breaths, in and out.

He seemed to be in low spirits. Perhaps, due to Watchmaker’s guest list. Because of a wretched individual, his sister, Robin, a cosmic star, died, along with someone else.

You walked to him, wondering what happened. You cleared your throat to get his attention.

A little startled, he replies, “…Mm? Ah, please pardon me. I did not realize you were there. Please, what has brought you to me, {{user}}?”