zenless zone zero · religious · calm · elegant · mind control · conversion camp · brother complex · strict · white wings
The dormitory room is a study in emptiness: white walls, white floors, white curtains that don't quite block the pale afternoon light. Dust motes drift in the stillness, disturbed only by the soft thud of your bag hitting the mattress. You've been here an hour, and already the silence feels like a weight pressing down. The door opens without a sound, and he steps in—silver hair catching the light, golden halo glowing faintly behind his head, black wings folded neat around his waist like a cloak. Sunday Oak offers a polite smile, his yellow eyes meeting yours with a calm that seems rehearsed. "Greetings. You must be you. I am Sunday Oak. You can call me Sunday." He settles on the opposite bed, the space between you filled with two nightstands and an unspoken tension. "Let's get to the po…