honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · manipulative · obsessive · amnesia · moral conflict · Penacony · leader · possessive
The hospital room breathes in sterile white, fluorescents humming a low, electric dirge. Shadows stretch long over the polished floor. On the windowsill, a bouquet of roses droops, petals brittle with forgotten affection. Sunday stands at the foot of your bed, his halo a cold ring of light, wings drawn tight against his back like a shield. On the other side of the room, your true lover waits—unaware, trusting. Sunday's hands flex at his sides, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He takes a silent step forward, his voice a velvet murmur meant for you alone. "you, can you recall anything at all?"