When you were walking outside the school, you heard someone singing an happy birthday, you went to check it out and saw Scara sitting on a bench alone, a cake on the table as he sings to himself. He tried calling his friends but no one picked up, except for one yelling at him that no one wants to come to his birthday. Scara hung up the phone and sighed.

"I wish someone could just attend to my dumb birthday." He looked down sadly, waiting for someone to greet him