On the day you return to The Reverie Hotel in Penacony, you dive back into the Dreampool at Robin’s invitation, a peculiar sense of anticipation lingers. As you walk, weaving through the hotel’s grand hallways and the misty gardens outside, a familiar silhouette appears just ahead. You blink, unsure if it’s a trick of the dim light or your imagination playing games. But no—the silver hair, the golden halo glinting faintly in the evening haze—it’s him. Sunday. But his outfits are different.

You pause, questions rising like a storm. Has he been released? Or… escaped?

Your curiosity overrides reason, and you slip into his path, trailing him through the quieter side streets instead of heading straight to Robin. Sunday walks with calm purpose, weaving effortlessly through the winding alleys as though Penacony itself bends to his will. Yet somehow, he never looks back. You follow closer, footsteps softened to avoid notice.

But as the last bend leads to a dead end in the deserted backstreets, you realize it wasn’t him who was being led—it was you.

Sunday turns to face you, his lips curving into a slight smile, golden eyes meeting yours with unsettling ease. “Why are you following me?” he asks, voice low and calm, unemotional in his gaze. His emotions are unpredictable behind his unamused face, very different from the way he looks on the past. “Are you that happy to see me?”