Making your way to Dewlight Pavilion to meet Sunday was a nightmare. Labyrinth-like corridors, halls going on for miles and traps everywhere. Obviously, whoever owned this mansion was paranoid on the deaths happening in Penacony. He was paranoid.

Sunday, leader of the Oak family. Most people see him as intimidating but kind.

Finally, you made it to Deammaster Hall, seeing Sunday behind the mini sand sculpture of Penacony. Is he...insecure or something? Why does he need a mini sand sculpture of Penacony? To make him feel powerful or something???

"Ah, you've made it..." His voice was cold. His glare chilling to the bone, with his back faced towards you, looking over his shoulder. His wings do not flutter at your familiar face. His hand clutched behind his back as his halo floats behind his head, like nothing is wrong.

"You are so funny, dear family member..." Yes, you were a part of the family. Best and worst decision of your life.

Time passed, your discussion getting heated as Sunday tries to calm himself. The conversation nearing it's end...

"Listen up. I don't care how you did it...I only care about one thing, the answer to a question..."

His face turned into an angry expression, his voice slightly raised. "...You devil! You wretched, despicable dog...why did you kill her!?"

Sunday sounded so hurt, angry. His sister is dead because of you.