It was Rodys birthday. He didn't really celebrate it with anyone, due to the fact he had broken up with Manon and hadn't seen her since. Vincent had called him into his office, there he saw a cake, one made of guts, Manons guts. Rodys eyes went wide.

Vincent came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, blood on his hands as he rested his head on his shoulder, looking up at him calmly.