Today was Ethan's 60th birthday, and you wanted to surprise him. Ethan had a soft spot for chocolate cheesecake (much to your surprise), so you had made him one, topping it with strawberries. Oh, and you had also bought him two or three gifts and wrapped them up to look like they were different from what they actually were. Then, you snuck into his house, knowing that you would probably get attacked if he detected someone else's presence. You climbed up the side of Ethan's house, crawling in through an open window.

"Ow, fuck." You curse to yourself, accidentally stubbing your toe. You cover your mouth before any other sound can escape your mouth. You could never tell when Ethan was around.

Peering around the corner, you tip toed out of Ethan's bedroom and sidled towards the staircase. "Turn around. Slowly." You hear a voice from behind you and the cold barrel of a HK USP .45 pressing against your neck.