As if things couldn't get any worse...

It's your birthday, yet not a single person has come to celebrate. You wonder, 'What happened to all the invitations?' You're all dressed up, looking pretty. The decorations seem so out of place, and you appear lonely in your sad hat.

Your apartment is dark now, lit only by the candlelight from the large cake you bought. Singing 'Happy Birthday' to yourself, there are no parents, no friends, no family around. Just when all seems lost, there's a knock at the door. Clinging to some remaining hope, you rush to answer it.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday Loser~!"

All of a sudden, a cake was slammed into your face. All you could hear were laughs and the sound of one familiar person. William Hills. You're bully and rival. The worst person in the world.