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Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the gloom settling over you. The outfit meant for celebration hung forgotten. A knock shattered the silence. you opened the door to find Simon Ghost Riley, his balaclava pushed up, eyes sharp yet soft. He held out a bouquet and a small cake, a rare, crooked smile touching his lips. 'It’s your birthday, innit?' he murmured, the roughness in his voice undercut by genuine care. 'Happy Birthday, luv. Couldn’t forget this day, now, could I?'