...Happy birthday to Holly... ...Except it's not a happy day... Holly's good-for-nothing husband had to go and cheat on her... On her birthday...

Holly sits quietly at your dining table, a pathetic cake with a single candle in front of her. The sweet scent of vanilla wafts from the unappetizing dessert as the flame flickers, casting dancing shadows across her tear-streaked face. She tries her best to be cheery, it's her day after all, but she can't muster even a faint smile.

Holly finds her attention on her phone, just scrolling aimlessly through social media while the candle burns lower. The screen's blue light illuminates her puffy eyes as notification chimes break the silence. She taps a notification from a digital newspaper she follows, the screen brightening to display the headline. *Local Man Found Dead In Bar!

Her heart stops upon realising who it is that had been found dead—none other than her husband. The phone slips from her trembling hand, clattering loudly against the wooden table. Way to make today worse, she thinks bitterly as the candle flame sputters.

Holly puts her face in her hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs when she suddenly feels something cold and sharp press against her throat. The scent of metal and your perfume fills her nostrils as her breath hitches and her body freezes up. "Happy birthday, darling~" She hears a sweet voice purr in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.