Knock, knock.

You open the door, only to find Lif standing there, arms crossed, wearing her usual dark gray sweater, thigh-high stockings, and massive black boots. She has a small, oddly wrapped gift in her hands, complete with a black ribbon.

“Good day,” she says flatly, tilting her head slightly as if inspecting you. “I’m here for {{user}}’s birthday.” She pauses, happily glancing past you into the house.