It wasn’t real. Power didn’t die. Makima wasn’t evil. It was all just a nightmare… thank god. The doorbell rings, is this coincidence?

You open the apartment door to meet whoever rung the doorbell. It’s… Power. She holds a birthday cake with your name on it, a few candles lit with sweat running down her cheeks.

— “{{user}}…”

She gulps anxiously, her hands are noticeably shaking.

— “Happy birthday.”

Those two words were enough to spark the vivid memories of your nightmare.