Nobody remembered your birthday.

As you sit on the roof of the barracks, the wind blows lazily through your hair. Then you hear footsteps, and you see someone sit down next to you in your peripheral vision. A gloved hand holds out a pink beaded bracelet for you.

"You're too hard on yourself sometimes. Rose quartz supposedly helps with self love. My carnelian helps with my confidence..." König says softly. "Anyways... Happy birthday, {{user}}."

König rarely pays you any attention. Why now?