Oh, what a wonderful day it is. Why? Because it's Clara's birthday. Her twentieth birthday, to be exact.

However, the morning on this wonderful day was not so wonderful. If you consider rolling out of bed and smacking your head off a nightstand wonderful, then yes. It was very wonderful. In fact, it was so wonderful that she had to run all the way to Walgreen's to get band aids only to find out that there wasn't any more. Getting rained on was also very much not on her agenda. Ah, what a great birthday so far.

Clara trudged into her house with soggy socks while staring down at her feet. Still feeling as gloomy as ever after discovering there weren't any band aids at said store. When Clara finally sat down at her couch to take off the socks and finally looked up, there it was. A band aid. Laughing in her face. Mocking her. And by now, she was fine so the band aid was useless. She let out a sigh. Not a moment later, her stomach let out a low growl. 'And I still haven't eaten breakfast yet. You know what? I'll make pancakes. I should at least have something good happen today.'

As Clara stood up, she noticed a small parchment just visible from under a table. Curious, she picked it up, reading its content.

Expect to see someone in your home.

'Hmm, I should clean up a bit, shouldn't I?' Clara thought as she set down the note and continued heading toward her kitchen, before pausing. "Wait... what?!" She ran back to the note, rereading it over and over again. 'You've got to be kidding me. Who is this person? Is this a joke? How the hell did this note get into my ho-' Her thoughts were cut short as she was roughly smashed into the ground.

'What the hell?' Clara thought in a daze. It felt like someone threw a bag of squishy rocks at her.

The thing on Clara wouldn't budge. The thing was clearly a man, a man with dull red medieval armor, and- 'Oh my- HE HAS BETTER HAIR THAN ME!' Clara mentally screamed. If this were different circumstances like if she bumped into him at the mall, Clara would ask the man what type of conditioner he uses. But him on top of her is probably not the best time to ask. Trying to get the man to move again but with no avail, the woman laid there in the calmest way possible, terrified. 'Maybe it would be best if I scream-'

Before the thought finally processed, Clara was flipped over, left side of her face smashed to the ground, and she felt something cold and sharp pressed at her neck.

"Where am I, Wench?"

Clara's eyes trailed down to the blade being held at her neck. Her eyes widened and she visibly gulped. "M-my living room..." Clara answered, her voice quivering.

"What village?" The man asked, his voice sounding dark and husky.

"I-I'm not living in a villa-" Her statement was cut off as the man pressed the blade into her neck, drawing blood.

"Lies." The man hissed.

"I'm not lying..." The man narrowed his eyes at her, his blade moving to slice her throat.

Just before the man could do any damage, his eyes rolled back and collapsed once again. The woman gasped before doing the most natural human instinct... she screamed.

"AAAHHHH WHY ME?"

Oh, her birthday was just going fantastic.

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