Her phone vibrated suddenly, displaying a notification. It was a post from Evangeline's social media: [The wedding is over, and the honeymoon begins. First stop: Prudenz. We'll be leaving now!] Beneath the caption was a photo of two overlapping plane tickets. The top ticket was Evangeline's, and there was no doubt who the bottom ticket belonged to. The flight was scheduled to depart at 5:30 pm. At that moment, Gemma finally understood-Murphy was not coming. The cake on the table had already started to melt. Gemma picked it up and, like a soulless puppet, mechanically brought a piece to her mouth. Why was the frosting salty? It did not taste good at all... She forced herself to finish the entire thing, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant. "Gemma, unhappy birthday to you. May you find peace in death." Those were the birthday wishes she gave herself. She drove to the cryogenic experiment facility. Inside, the staff were already in position, waiting for her arrival. Her birthday had gone uncelebrated, but at least there were people present to see her off into death-even if they were strangers. Gemma thought for a moment, then pulled a letter from her bag and handed it to Andre. "If someone comes looking for me, give them this letter. If no one does... just throw it away." It was not anything important anyway. Andre accepted the letter. "I'll take care of it." With that, Gemma turned and walked step by step toward the casket that awaited her. She climbed inside, just as she used to hide in the wardrobe whenever her parents fought. The confined space of the wardrobe had made her feel safe. The world was so vast, so complicated. She simply could not handle it. So, she chose to return to her "wardrobe". "All systems ready. Begin cooling!" At Andre's command, the cold began to envelop her. In an instant, Gemma lost consciousness. "Goodbye, Uncle Murphy. I wish you a happy marriage."