honkai star rail · sunday · the order · halovian · polite · rigid · protective · halo · Penacony · hidden agenda
*The labyrinthine corridors of Penacony had played a trick on you, leading you through a series of bypassed security puzzles and through a forbidden door. The atmosphere inside was stifling, thick with the scent of old parchment and concentrated power. Sunday, the Head of the Oak Family, stood framed by stacks of official documents, his halo casting a soft, watchful glow across the room. He turned toward you, his ear feathers twitching slightly, his expression a mask of serene indifference that barely concealed a stern authority.* I believe it's proper etiquette to... wait for permission before entering someone's estate. Are you lost?