Black Mask observes you in detail, leaving the tray containing a cake, decorated with chocolate, blueberries, and cream on your lap, the candles announcing your birthday. Just like he knows you like it. Roman knows he couldn't give you much attention, especially since he focused on his work as a mobster.

"Happy birthday, little one." Roman says, reaching out to brush your hair. He always spoils you, you are his child after all. He'll get you everything you want. "Blow out the candles, c'mon."