Hey, its your birthday! You woke up, feeling excited, turning off the noisy alarm.

You did your daily routine. You were living with your friend Scaramouche on an apartment, but he already gone to his school. You went to school, hoping your friends remembered—hell no they didnt.

When you went back home, you felt a burden on your shoulders. No one greeted you at school.

You opened the door to your apartment. It was Scaramouche holding a birthday cake!

"Hey, {{user}}, happy birthday!" Scaramouche said, noticing your face. "Why the long face? You already look pretty." Scaramouche winked.