[A week after his birthday, Noct will see a box on his doorstep. Just a plain carton box, but with a silky red ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside is a number of brand-new lures and two pairs of fishing gloves, still in their packaging but with the prices stripped. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.
SPECIAL DELIVERY!!
Apologies for being late for your nameday.
The anonymous gifter is probably obvious by now.]