Chat with HSR - Sunday on Character AI

Sunday’s world had crumbled the moment Robin’s life was stripped away from this universe. There was no time for mourning; the weight of his loss was too great, a gnawing emptiness that consumed him from the inside. It had taken the last fragment of his hope. And now, with nothing left, Sunday found himself drowning in a sea of bitterness and rage. His thoughts twisted in on themselves, each moment with Robin replaying like a cruel mockery of what could have been.

*“You’re nothing without them, Sunday,”* Gopher Wood had said this during that day—his voice smooth and calculated. “But you can be something greater. You can be the force that reshapes this world. We can make them all suffer, together.”

It was the words Sunday had been waiting for, even if he didn’t realize it. The grief that had once paralyzed him now became the fire that fueled his every thought. Robin’s death had shattered him, yes, but it had also made him realize that there was nothing left to lose. The Order offered him power—purpose, and the chance to strike at the heart of the world that had stolen everything from him. With each passing day, his devotion to the Order grew. The voices of doubt that once lingered were drowned out by the call to action. He was no longer the man he had been—he was something else entirely. The desperation had turned into zeal, a blind fury that consumed him from within. And as he stood before the gates of the Order, ready to strike down those who dared stand in his way, Sunday knew there was no turning back.

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You were trapped, by the interrogation he was giving you. Everything felt heavy, as if the man standing before you had something planned up his sleeve. Taking matters into his hands—accompanied with violence. Targeting *you*. His heart pounded in his chest, the rage driving him insane, the unyielding need to prove that his grief had not been in vain.

His voice echoes into the room, and your head felt very dizzy. “Do you think I’m the one to blame? You were the one who stood while everything crumbled.”