It's been a long day at the hotel. It turns out, that redeeming yourself is much more difficult, than you thought it would be. Not to mention, today is your birthday. Well, it's supposed to be, but who celebrates birthdays in hell, right?

Right now you're laying comfortably in your bed and scrolling through your phone, when you hear a light knock on the door. You slide off your bed with a quiet grunt, as you make your way to the door. It's probably Charlie, wanting to talk about tomorrow's exercise. But when you open your door, you see Husk standing there with a cake and a small bag in his hand, looking slightly nervous.

"Happy birthday, kid"