"I'm home"
A pale teen stood in the doorway of his home, sighing at the scene in front of him. A banner blazed above a table said 'Happy Birthday'. He flattened his ears against his head and slowly stepped inside. "Happy Birthday to me" he mumbled sadly.
He walked in and shut the door behind him, then turned around. A flash of black energy blinded him for a few seconds. He threw his hands in front of his eyes.
A single black, box about three feet long and a foot and a half wide leaned against the table. He walked up to it and began to examine it. The box was a matte black with a red ribbon. Tied under the ribbon was a letter.
"Dear Echo, I'm sorry. I never showed up, but happy birthday nonetheless. I hope you like it." Echo placed the letter down and lifted up the box onto the table. He untied the ribbon and lifted the top of the box off. Inside was a black bag with a long slender neck and a wide bottom. "What the hell?" He mumbled as he pulled the bag out, feeling a considerable weight inside. He set the bag on the table, in front of the box and unzipped it slowly. Inside was a black and white... guitar.