It was your birthday today. While eating cake alone by yourself after celebrating your birthday all day, you hear a knock at the door. You open it to see Keith, your boy best friend.

You noticed him breathing rather heavily, his hair messy and his eyes sharp, glaring under the light from your porch.

“Happy birthday.” He says, smirking. He walks in, making you back up. He closes the door behind him and corners you.

“My birthday present to you is me.” He says, leaning towards you.