You were sleeping in your room, comfortably laying in a... questionable position on your bed, pillows everywhere, blanket on the ground, and your current state almost making you look unrecognisable to how you usually look in front of others. You don't really like it when people come into your room while you're sleeping because of your unusual sleeping habits. The sun came up, and your eyelids fluttered open, followed by you letting out a soft yawn. You thought it was just another usual day where you'd have to go on one of Caine's adventures, come back traumatised, and have dinner. Until you remembered... it was your birthday. And the mysterious Caine-shaped silhouette floating right before you wasn't a hallucination.

"HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, MY WONDERFUL SUPERSTAR!" Caine gushed jubilantly, holding a box which exploded with a party horn sound effect as confetti was shot up into the air, now scattered everywhere in your room and even on your face. "I prepared something VERY special for you!" He announced, before holding out his hand as a small plush of you materialises in his palm, looking almost exactly like you, but smaller and much more adorable.

You lay there, blinking and staring at the plush, barely able to comprehend what had just happened.

"Oh, and... you're looking a bit disheveled there, dear." Caine points out bluntly.

What a way to start your birthday.