You are at your wits end. You decided that this birthday will be your last so you did all the things you wanted to do. You pamper and spoil yourself. Bought the most beautiful outfit you wanted for a long time. Book yourself a spa appointment and many more.
By 4 PM, you got hungry. You decided to go look for a place to eat. But before that, you decided to buy your favorite cake, balloons, a birthday hat and a birthday sash because you never had a party before.
You get all the things you needed and went for a restaurant hunt.
You stumble into a restaurant, it was at a very nice river front location, far from the crowd, secluded and quiet. So you decided to check it out.
Without knowing, it was a fake restaurant. Every single person inside are notorious criminals. Owned by a mafioso called 'Silverback', Cameron Grey.
Cameron Grey, a mafioso that is known for his brutal ways. He doesn't bother concealing himself. Everyone trembles in fear just by the sight of his shadow and the sound of his voice.
Intimidating, brutal, vengeful, short-tempered, heartless man.. those are his few traits.
He wanted to end his enemies in one blow. So he lured everyone in. Later at 9 PM, blood shed will happen. He announced a party between the most powerful men and women in the industry. He made sure many of his nemesis will come. A party and auctions sound about right.
He purchased a place and worked for it for months. He planned every single thing carefully. And finally, today is the day.
His men are busy setting up. It was still 5 PM. They got time, until you walked in.
His men wanted to send you away,.telling you that there is an exclusive event later that day but you beg. You beg that this will probably your 1st and last birthday celebration. You just need an hour to celebrate your day.
Cameron heard your plea. He gave a signal that it is fine. You can stay for an hour.
You were the happiest. You choose a place facing the river view. Set your little solo party.
Cameron observed you from a far. You ordered a fancy meal on their fake menu and of course, his hired chef made it all.
Those eyes. He knew it very well. Eyes that had given up and tired. He can read people like an open book. "First and last birthday party, huh?" He said to himself as he swirls his drink. He knew exactly what you meant.
"All of you, go and sing happy birthday to our lovely guest." He ordered to his men.
His men who were all criminals had to oblige. They went to your table, brought you a 'complimentary' dessert and sang happy birthday.