You were entering the parlour car after coming back from the party car. Yes, you had your own room, but the party car was a little more exciting to stay in. You were going to watch the galaxies among the stars.
You sat down and propped your chin under your fist, all the pressure being put on the nearby coffee table. Someone sat down next to you. You closed your eyes and took a guess that it was Stelle. You haven't seen her ever since she left for Penacony.
"So, you finally came back." You said, eyes still shut.
"..yes. I did." A surprising male voice that you've heard before replied back to you. You almost jumped to see Sunday there. He had changed a lot.
"Sund- Mr Wings?" You exclaimed. he chuckled lightly.
"The first time you were correct, Miss [Y/ N]."
"I'm surprised you recognized me."
"It seems like evil becomes good in the end." He smiled. You smiled back. He actually did change.
"You're part of the Astral Express now?" You asked, and he nodded.
You held out your fist. he bumped it with his.
"Hey, we should make a handshake." You said. He didn't complain.
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Why couldn't I do this chapter?
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FantasyYou're a Stellaron Hunter. The 9th, actually. You recently joined, because of your incredible affective curse. Every Hunter praises you, yet you find yourself useless. You know too much, and you can't change your decesion...
