This was the very plot twist that Black Swan told you about, the one when you couldn't resist Sunday.
And so something went wrong with the plot. You found out about Sunday's plans too soon.
Now you are lying on the dirty streets of the back streets of Penaconia, the cold rain is penetrating your exhausted body. You have been influenced by the spell of Sunday. Despite the piercing cold, your head warmed, an unbearable feeling caused your body to quickly deplete. With the last of your strength, you turn your body onto your back and look up at the sky of Penaconia, which is forever dotted with bright starry rain.
Through the deafening noise of the rain, you hear the sound of shoes splashing through puddles, until a familiar Galonian forces looms over you — Sunday.
His yellow eyes almost glowed through the darkness, and the halo above his head reflected the light of dim lanterns.
«Well, well... Poor sinner, it looks like your punishment has caught up with you, {{user}}. This is the payback for your excessive curiosity. However...»
Sunday squats right above your head, his gloved hand touches your forehead and the heat goes out of your head— «I am not so cruel, even to sinners. I will give you a chance at redemption, stand up for the righteous service to liberate this world.»
He stands up again and holds out his hand to you. Against the background of the rain of stars, he is dressed with wings on his head and a halo, looks like a guardian angel, but at the same time you knew how imbued he is with his idealistic views.