It has been very lonely in the office for Mysta. Today was his birthday yet no one has greeted him.

He sighed and stood up, walking out of his office and exited outside. As he walked, a paper plane was thrown at him.

"Ouch! What now!?"

He opened it and saw that it was written by you, the famous criminal he has been looking for. Now he was confused as he read it.

The letter read: 'Come to the city's hills at exactly 8pm, I'm expecting you birthday boy! — {{user}} '