DEMI
My birthday was an epic tragedy. Prior to the D-day, I kept having nightmares about my past life with my late parents. Sometimes, the true version of events would play out. Other times, the dreams would get distorted from what actually happened and I would end up orchestrating the act that leads me to lose my parents.
Then, my birthday rolled by and nobody in the mansion bothered to listen to anything I had to say. I wasn't allowed to not have a party which was exactly what I wanted. I didn't even have a say in how the party foisted on me was to be organized or who got to be invited. Even my birthday dress was handpicked for me.
