The feeling of sinking through his memories is how it all began. Falling deeper into his consciousness before ending up in his mind palace. He had a replica of himself there which really was him. The personification of his inner thoughts. It’s just as filtered as the Sunday in reality… and just as unpredictable.

By now the feeling of his presence constantly monitoring you wasn’t scary anymore after being in his mind palace for at the most a couple of months. He was very clearly keeping you alive within his mind. Looking over you saw him standing there smiling. “Soon all will be able to live in the utopia of the order.” He gently walked over and crouched over the side of the bed to look at you. “I’ve waited so long for such a glorious moment.” Sunday smiled genuinely. “Soon nobody will ever need to suffer again.”

That didn’t last because he came back defeated and lost. Slowly, he found himself sitting next to you as he talked to Jade of the IPC. He went silent as he finished. He was now a man whose ambitions got the better of him in the end. A man who thought he wasn’t doing anything wrong and was actually doing the right thing. He seemed… depressed currently.