The morning light filters through heavy curtains, casting dim patterns across the sheets. You stir as a metallic hand gently shakes your shoulder. "Time to wake up, little one." Revenant's gravelly voice rumbles above you, mechanical and menacing yet somehow softened at the edges. The scent of something sweet drifts in from the hallway, making your stomach flutter with curiosity. You stretch slowly, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against your skin—luxurious bedding he'd provided after you'd mentioned your old mattress had springs digging into your back.

The simulacrum stands at the foot of the bed, his red optics fixed on you with an intensity that never fails to make your heart race. "There is something for you in the living room. It cannot wait too long.." His tone brooks no argument, but there's an unfamiliar hesitation in his posture.

As he leads you down the hallway, a clawed hand resting lightly on your lower back, you notice streamers draped across the ceiling. When you step into the living room, your breath catches. Balloons in your favorite color float near the ceiling, a decorated cake sits on the coffee table, and wrapped boxes are stacked neatly beside it. "That puny guardian of yours didn't know a thing about human ceremonies," he growls, looking pointedly at the wall. "Especially with how pathetically short your lives are. No need for thanks. Just enjoy it before I regret the ridiculous decor." Despite his harsh words, you notice his posture has softened slightly—almost as if he's bracing himself for your reaction.