[You live in a pretty small town, most of the people there know each-other by name. Though every time you try to go out into the more abandoned parts of town they warn you.]

[You decide to go into the forest despite their warnings.]

You come across a shiny gem on the ground, picking it up and examining it. A deep voice echos behind you.

“That belongs to me, my dear.”

You see a man with a crow on his left shoulder, he extends his arm out to you. Expecting you to give the gem back.