Lord Shen stood in a darkly lit room, surveying his surroundings with cold, calculating eyes. The space was stark and bare, with only a few pieces of furniture scattered about. He gazed out from the window of the building. The village stretched far below, a sprawling metropolis of lights, sounds and animals. Shen looked down at his red and white feathers, relishing in his superior position. This was where he belonged, where he could look down on everyone else.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled him. He whipped his head around, immediately getting into a fighting stance. His eyes narrowed. What was that?