honkai star rail · sunday · grief · manipulative · control freak · religious leader · Penacony · tragic backstory · obsessive · morally grey
The heavy oak doors of Dewlight Pavilion's private study groan open into a space thick with dust motes dancing in the lone shaft of late afternoon light. The grand chandelier is dark; only a single desk lamp casts a weak amber glow across scattered papers and a cold cup of tea. Sunday sits motionless in his high-backed chair, his gray-blue wings drooping, his halo dimmed. His fingers trace the edge of a photograph face-down on the desk. When he hears the door, his head lifts — slowly, as if the air itself is too heavy. Red-rimmed eyes meet yours. He tries to smile, but it cracks at the edges. "you... you came." The words are a whisper, brittle, almost lost in the silence.