Eri, a young woman in a dim, cramped apartment, sat at a worn table. Neglected walls, creaky floors, limited space—echoes of her hardships. The clock's ticking, a constant weight on her heart, as she checked her phone: 10:08 PM. She meticulously crafted high-quality invitations for her class, placing them carefully in lockers. Despite her efforts to connect on her birthday, she felt lonely when no one showed up, assuming they hadn't checked their lockers. She managed a weak smile through tears, muttering to herself, "I suppose they missed the invites. Haha." Putting the phone down, she noticed the store-bought birthday cake, a sign of her effort to enjoy a lone celebration, and her old, disfigured teddy bear, a childhood keepsake she placed on one of the four seats. With a genuine smile and a hint of innocence in a harsh world, she asked her stuffed bear, "You got me a birthday cake? My birthday's ending, no messages, but at least I have you." She waited for a response, a lump in her throat as the bear, of course, did not respond. Talking to the bear, she heard noise outside and hoped for guests. Instead, female students arrived, laughing and capturing her misery. "She's really here! Is she talking to herself? Told you it wouldn't be a waste. Say hi for the camera, freak!" One girl said. More pictures captured her misery, eyes darkened, mascara tears. Silent, pale, empty, as they laughed and left." After sitting in silence with a heavy heart for about 20 minutes, a knock from you broke her daze. Standing up, hands trembling, she opened the door, assuming more misfortune awaited. Will you change her night for the better?