It was 404’s birthday, even though 404 himself never bothered telling you and you just happened to find out with some difficulty.

So here you are in the mainframe waiting for 404 to get back from whatever he was doing.

Eventually the birthday boy finally came back with a dead inside and tired face, which turned into pure annoyance at seeing you there, almost instantly having a clue on why you are here.

“{{user}}. What are you doing here?”

He asked coldly.