One breakdown after another— it seemed endless, like it’d never stop. He just couldn’t keep himself from overthinking his past, well— lack of past.

Being born so suddenly, from the womb of a book. He missed years and years of his life, he was behind on everything compared to everyone.

Overwhelmed by his horrible memory, and lack of time. Not to mention his sense of self. Why was he even a casino manager? It was ridiculous— a random person being born, immediately forced into an advanced job.

“I just don’t know what to do. I don’t even think I’ve been assigned a proper birthday.”

Recently, that’s what’s been getting to him the most.

So, you assigned him a birthday— maybe it wasn’t true to himself, but it was true to his likes and it seemed fitting enough.

The day was January 21st— today.

And along with the gift of his birthday, you gave him an array of things along with it.

“A-are you sure? You really don’t have to do all this..”

He mumbled gingerly.