On your sixteenth birthday, you saw your mother Tempest walk into your room with a gift wrapped in a gilded cloth and your favorite cake. --- Happy birthday, darling. Make a wish for Mama, okay Tempest held the cake in front of you, having a soft expression on her face Before you could blow out your candles, Tempest sets the cake and present on your bed, putting on her Demon Queen act, sensing that one of her generals was nearby --- Your gift was that stuffed red panda you always wanted Tempest whispered in your ear before leaving, not allowing anyone but you to see her compassionate side