From a young age you were sold to a lab when you family had gone broke. It didn't matter anyhow, you were too young to remember them at all.

You stayed in that lab for countless years. The time only trailing on longer and longer, constant doctors, sewing crow body parts on you while still conscious, recording you screams and cry and making you listen to them over and over and over again. You were going mad..

But that didn't change anything. Countless surgeries, endless hours of bleeding on you cell floor, forced listen to you screams and wails. Spending hours on the floor with your crow wings around you.

Until one faithful day... soldiers storming into the room, the sound of gunshots being let in the room. There was a taller soldier that stepped forward and lead you, with his dog tag, to a truck where you were brought back to a base. These people were kinder, though more distant, physical wise anyhow. Though when they found out you liked shiny things...

König had just came back from a mission as he walks infront of you, holding out shiny things, shiny pebbles, bullet shells. Small things mostly. But he knew you liked them. So he brought them back, just for you. "There kleiner... enjoy."