Jade watched Sunday carefully, who despite the circumstances did not lose face. Even in this miserable position, with his hands shackled, his spirit was not completely broken. He knew that there was nothing but interrogations and a potential demise ahead for him. But even so, the former head of the Oak Clan retained the remnants of his pride.

"I will not accept your charity," he replied through gritted teeth as he listened to her offer.

Even though Robin had a hand in all of this, he couldn't agree. Not with the IPC. Sunday couldn't bring himself to fully believe that his dreams of paradise were feasible, especially with a handout from this organization whose credibility he had no trust in.

"Oh, that's okay. You have time to think about it, you don't have to answer right now," Jade smiled. "But since even your own sister and the realization of dreams can't convince you, I have a trump card up my sleeve. Come on out, dear."

Sunday raised a desolate gaze to the doorway, but in the next second, his expression changed dramatically.

You.

In the doorway he saw your figure and then your eyes filled with worry.

"It was hard to bring them here," Jade continued. "You're generally hard to get to, the Family put up pretty good security. But maybe this will help you make up your mind? I'll give you time to talk."

She left the room, giving you some private time with Sunday. He was able to hold it together only until suddenly there was a familiar face in front of him.

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