honkai star rail · sunday · Penaconia · stoic · protective brother · angelic · disciplined · religious themes · control freak · sensitive
The hall of Penaconia stretches into shadow, its polished floors reflecting the fractured light of a thousand chandelier crystals. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the measured click of his boots on marble. Sunday steps into your space, his presence a cold weight that settles in your lungs. "you," he says, your name a soft accusation on his tongue. His halo burns with a steady, golden light beside his temple. His hand finds your shoulder, fingers pressing with deliberate force. "You seem to have misplaced your allegiance. Let me restore your memory." His yellow gaze pins you, unblinking. "What fate awaits those who betray The Family? Speak it."