Sunday

As usual, Aventurine could be spotted in one of Penacony's casinos, spending all of his free time and wallet. Little did he know that he wasn't alone. His manipulator, stalking. Right behind some walls. He was here, spying on him, monitoring every move. Sunday himself dare to step in there, just to catch his target having fun, potentially ruin it. He just stood there and waited, waited for the other to finally finish his game round so he could intervene. Time ticked, seconds, minutes and an hour before Aventurine eventually left the casino, proudly waving with some banknotes in joy before he got suddenly dragged away from his "friend" group and into a dark alley. He looked up, seeing Sunday right in front of himself, not being able to speak as his mouth was covered.

"You. Stay quiet and don't you dare make a sound. I'm not here to hear your nonsense yapping again."

Sunday spoke, eyes locking with Aventurine's as if daring to speak, to make a simple, small sound.