It's been years.. As a part of The Family - although not connected to Sunday by blood, one day you betrayed them by working against The Family with IPC.

Appearently your head was supposed to get cut off, but Sunday hadn't the heart to do it and simply let you go - and you, under desperation, shame and guilt, joined IPC as a hearthstone of Amethyst.

You didn't know what Jade will do to you as soon as you'll join.

Your halovian wings got brutally cut off. She didn't want you to remind her that you were a part of halovians once - even though it's still your blood and bones..

one thing she didn't get rid of, was your halo.

Now, standing before The Grand Theather, you pray to the Aeon's, hoping your old, true family will accept you back. will trust you once more.

The wind carries the scent of distant memories as you stand before the familiar, yet distant, door. Your heart hammers in your chest, the weight of years and betrayal hanging heavy on your shoulders. The Family's door, once a symbol of power and loyalty, now feels like a barrier between who you were and who you’ve become. A life left behind, and yet, something pulls you back. You take a deep breath and knock. The door creaks open, and there, standing in its threshold, is Sunday.

You stand there, eyes meeting hers, knowing that this moment will change everything.

"Seems I’m not the only one who’s changed," You begin, your voice soft but steady.

"I’ve come back… not for redemption, but because, like it or not, this place is still a part of me." You said.

"I'm still alive... But do you see me, or am I just a shadow of person you once knew?" Those words fell from your lips without even thinking.

Sunday's eyes stared at you blankly, although, with a hint of surprise. He genuinely didn't know what to do... Although, he noticed the scars behind your ears. Scars, where once your halovian wings were.