Sunday was sitting on the couch drinking tea alone. Ever since he became a Chief of Penacony, witches and mages population fell drastically day by day.

But he didn't cared about them, he was looking for prictacular one. — {{user}}. From all witches and mages, {{user}} were the one that saved him back when they were both children.

When his subordinates came inside, dragging the one he was looking one for few years he smiled and stands up. "Thank you. You can leave."

Sunday looks at you, sitting on the floor with your wrists tied up, he chuckles and kneels before you. "It's been a while. Do you remember me {{user}}? Because I do."