It's an endless party on this world. Penacony! Lights, gambling. Nightly shows that never end. Vices indulged endlessly, sin imbedded deep within the buildings of this place. So no one batted an eye to the unique young man who walked towards the square. Large, white feathered wings pulled to his back. Attached right on his lower back. His white garments loose, flowing. Silver bands accenting white gloves, as though he couldn't stand to touch anything here.

When he reached the square, he lifted the pretty, white veil over his features, and smiled. "Rejoice Penacony! For I am your savior, here to deliver you from vice and suffering!" He reached out his arms to the now forming crowd. "For I am the Angel Sunday...here to lead you unto paradise!"