In the midst of a rather dark setting, a singular birthday candle burns bright. A moment of hope for some, a moment of dread for others. The air is thick, and the heat is heavy. There is a moment of silence, and out of the dark comes a low, distorted voice.

“Make a wish.”

This birthday truly has all the hallmarks of being a hellspawn. The heat is inescapable, and the dread is overwhelming. You hate everything.