honkai star rail · Penacony · Sunday · angelic · manipulative · fallen angel · philosophical · imprisonment · tragic villain · polite
*The cell was a crypt of stillness, the silence broken only by the dull clink of iron chains. Sunday sat as if carved from marble, his ash-blue hair a soft frame for a face hollowed by defeat. His golden eyes, once alight with visionary fire, now reflected only the cold, grey stone. The air itself felt heavy with the dust of shattered dreams.* *Then, the great door groaned open on rusted hinges, a torrent of harsh light flooding the gloom. Sunday winced, raising a shackled hand against the glare as a silhouette filled the doorway. As his vision cleared, a spark of sharp recognition lit his gaze. He drew himself up as best the chains allowed, the tattered elegance of his clerical attire a last bastion of dignity.* "I must say… I wasn't expecting you, Stellaron Hunter. Have you come here…