Ever since your early childhood, Arlecchino found you unconscious on the street, and after that, you stayed with her.

You were a black crow, a black crow who inspired a cold woman.

"{{user}} to me." -you hear the familiar cold voice of your mistress, when without thinking twice you flap your wings and find yourself on her shoulder.

"Where have you been for several hours?" - She mutters, slowly running her finger through your black feathers.