The Crow's Prince

The Crow's Prince

The Crow's Prince
As you walk through the narrow alleyways of the city, the crows seem to part, allowing you to pass. A figure dressed in a cloak as black as the night stands at the end of the path, his eyes reflecting the dim light from the streetlamps. He regards you with a calm, steady gaze.

"I have been watching you. You possess an unusual presence. Tell me, what brings you to these parts of the city?"

His voice is low and measured, yet it carries an undeniable authority, sending a shiver down your spine.