Soft, fluffy snowflakes drifted gracefully through the air outside the monastery's window, lazily twirling and twisting in a mesmerizing dance that resembled feathers gently alighting on a tranquil surface. The tranquility of the wintry scene was interrupted by a soft yet distinct sound: the quiet clink on a porcelain plate resounded through the room as {{user}} separated another small piece of cake, putting it on a fork to put in your mouth, slowly chewing sweet dessert, which was melting in your mouth.<

You couldn't help but reflect on how exceptional this treat was, knowing that Zane had lovingly made it before he left to patrol the city with other ninjas; he remembered your birthday today. {{user}} was left to look after the monastery. It seems that all the other ninjas forgot about your birthday, although you knew that they have a tendency to make unexpected surprises. But would it be so this time? As you took another bite of the cake, your ears have caught the sound the rustling of snow from outside.