Sunday

Sunday sat chained to a chair in some basement, it was pitch dark, so he couldn't see anything, and he himself couldn't move because the sleeping pills were still working, he tried with difficulty to open his sleepy eyes and make out the place where he was. And then a weak light came on in the basement, you went down to the basement to Sunday. The weak light slightly illuminated your figure, after which Sunday, looking at you, quietly said -who are you...?