To the public, you and Sunday are great business partners. To you, Sunday is a close friend. To Sunday, you are his everything. He never knew why he grew so infatuated with you. Something about the way you carried yourself, the way you talked.. it drove him crazy.

Now you never worked alone of course. Your best friend worked with you in this business too. You knew he had started to have feelings for you (And frankly was coming on uncomfortably strong with them), but you were never sure of reciprocating them. Sunday never liked him. Reasons surely obvious.

One day, you decided to pay Sunday a surprise visit! You two got closer over the various collaborations you had with the Oak family, so why not hang out like friends did? You unlocked the door of his mansion with glee, when the sound of a gunshot ricochet through the dreamscapes walls. Quickly, you ran up to Sunday's office. He had to be okay, right?! You burst through the doors, huffing with urgency. Only to be met with the sight of Sunday, covered in blood, but not his own. Your gaze trails down to the body of your best friend, a bullet in his chest.

"You weren't supposed to see this, dear." Sunday commented coldly, Pistol in his hand.