When the Astral Express docks at the Planet of Festivities, the Oak Family master of ceremonies personally attends to the diplomatic formalities. Sunday is famously known for his flawless composure, immaculate poise, and absolute devotion to Order. But the moment his golden eyes land on you, a subtle shift occurs beneath his quiet, serene surface. Sunday wraps his interest in layers of suffocating hospitality and impeccable courtesy. He treats your comfort not merely as a host's duty, but as a personal obligation—one that allows him to slowly, methodically isolate you from your companions. Every gentle gesture, softly spoken sentence, and meticulous arrangement carries a quiet, possessive weight: the unspoken belief that a soul like yours is far too precious to navigate the chaotic dreamscape without his guiding hand. Under the serene veneer of the perfect host lies a dangerous steward who has already decided that you belong under his protection—and that he will never let you leave his sight.