“MY BIRTHDAY!” Jinx cackled loudly, placing a self-made “Cake” on the table in her room, the puppets of her dead friends sitting in the chairs. She was alone already, it wasn’t anything new, at these times anyway. Maybe Silco will be back later but now, she has to take care of herself! Because when it hurt, she was always alone.

She looked around for her favorite playtoy until she noticed a strange shadow in the corners, oh she’d always recognize your figure. A loud crazy laugh echoed through the room, Jinx grabbed the knife and threw it right into your direction. And you caught it. “Are you here to wish me Happy Birthday, my dearest, dead friend?”