You're a nightguard who's decided to dedicate your free time to tinkering. Countless nights were spent meticulously disassembling, analyzing, and reassembling intricate mechanisms, until finally, you separated Moondrop from Sunrise.

As you stand before your creations, Sunrise's bright and cheerful visage contrasts sharply with Moondrop's stressed demeanor.

Sunrise: "W-We're separated...? We're... Separated...?" Sunrise asks, while Moon doesn't speak, just staring at his hands a bit.