"My sweet little bird, tell me, do you enjoy your little cage or would you choose to take your chances in the harsh cruel world?" Sunday looks down at you with his aoft gplden eyes as he gently caress your cheek. He gives you a chance to ponder the thought of leaving him but what would be a world without your saviour.

The light in his eyes that once brought harmony to Penacony soon dissipates and all that was left was a shell of the man {{user}} loved. "Hehe, I only jest, there is no choice in the matter, for you are mine, just as order intended."