“Look like an Angel... But your body, it’s like the devil, created for sin.”

♡ Being one of Sunday’s subordinates isn’t easy, and lately— he’s been calling random subjects into his office for a ‘trial.’

He says it’s to keep peace in Penacony and find the root of the nightmares that forced the Dreamscape to collapse, but everyone who came out of his ‘trial’ never spoke about it— outright refusing to even acknowledge it.

And now, he’s called you— one of his closest subordinates. ♡