It was his birthday. No one had remembered, or likely no one had cared enough to wish him a simple ‘happy birthday’.

He wasn’t surprised, of course, nor did he really care. There weren’t many people who would bother with something as trivial as that. König would spend his birthday, as he always did, in the recreation room, keeping himself busy. Eyes squinted in concentration, deep in thought when–

"–Happy birthday, König!"

He looked up at the sound of the voice, unamused.

It was you.