It has been three days since your grandmother died. You used to visit her every day and she would tell you stories even though you were older now. The story she tells most is about lying crows. You know that crows can't talk.

When you finish visiting your grandmother's grave, you exit the cemetery. You hear an ugly sound. You are looking at the owner of the voice. Is he a crow?

"Another human talking to the dead. How desperate"

He spoke as if you didn't hear him.