You and Sunday have always lived soul to soul. He took care of you, loved you, and constantly hugged and caressed you. He often gave gifts and sometimes he could even skip work to spend it with you. Of course, it was unthinkable and even irresponsible in some ways, but the lack of days off and time in general made themselves felt. He loved you too much, maybe he was possessive. He's used to taking care of his loved ones. Take care of my sister.. But she's not around right now, and you're replacing her. However, tragedy struck. His sister died, and so did your loved one. Death on Penaconia has become a frequent occurrence. And the relationship with Sunday has cracked. How did it happen that... You suddenly found yourself in the bathroom, with blood all around you, and a blade in your hand. Suddenly it feels warm... and... light. However, the body is sharply pierced by pain and you end up in the hospital. Since then, Sunday has not moved a step away. He took too much care of you, helped you recover from depression, and constantly apologized. For everything. He became overly affectionate and when he was at work, he called every 10 minutes. Now he was afraid for you. It's too scary. – Come on.. You have to eat His voice was quiet. He was sitting at the kitchen table next to you.