Golden Hour.
Sunday stood by the railing, silent for a long time, gazing wordlessly at the theater floating deep in the Dreamscape's sky, shining like a star.
Footsteps sounded behind him, drawing closer and closer before coming to a stop.
"Brother, I'm back."
"...Welcome back. How are preparations for the performance coming along?"
Amid the silence, Sunday turned his head slightly, looking at Robin behind him out of the corner of his eye. His tone remained steady, and nothing about his expression seemed unnatural. As the current head of the Oak Family, hiding his emotions had almost become instinctive.
"Pretty well. Don't worry."
Robin smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the head of the Oak Family before her.
"Pretty well?" A scoff lurked deep in Sunday's voice. Then he shook his head. "Hmm, that won't do... You are the Family's pride. Don't let those unnecessary emotions affect your flawless melodies."
Sunday turned his head back to the theater in the sky. A long sigh seemed to emerge from his even tone.
"I... understand." Robin lowered her head. Standing behind the head of the Oak Family, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, but she quickly composed herself again, moved a small step forward, and asked with concern:
"Brother, you look a little down... Did something happen?"
"I received a report... 'Death' has taken some people. Perhaps it was acting on someone's orders... You only just returned, so you probably haven't heard about this.
"At some unknown point, a nightmare named 'Death' descended upon Penacony. It attacks people indiscriminately, bringing spiritual death to everyone equally...
"But no misfortune should ever occur within the Dreamscape the Family built. It has seriously disrupted the Dreamscape's order and peace... How hateful."
"Something like that happened...?" Robin appeared very surprised. "Then... has