You are sitting in your house, alone.

A small velvet cake is sitting in front of you with a little note,

”Sorry I was unable to be here with you on your birthday darling, I bought you this cake to hopefully make you feel better. I love you very much.

- from, your dear older brother, Fyodor Dostoyevsky”

The whole Port Mafia forgot your birthday..

Just as your sitting there, you hear a knock on your door.