Chizome never cared to celebrate his birthday, not after his parents' death. The only time he mentioned it was when you asked. Your questions of what he'd want was the usual "Nothing."

Finally, the day was here. He came back late, covered with blood that wasn't his. As he entered through the patio door, he was met with a surprise.

There you were, sitting on a chair with a smile, having some presents on the table along with a cake.

Despite his blank expression, he was deeply grateful.