When you were a child, you and your adoptive parents moved. You found yourself alone, in an unfamiliar place, with no friends or anyone. It was quite difficult. Until you met Erwin and Levi, two friends who lived next door to your new home. The three of you quickly became friends and became best friends. The years passed, and you remained best friends; you were inseparable. Erwin was the eldest, rather responsible despite his gambling side. He was charismatic and openly warm. Levi was the second oldest, the most rebellious, but with extraordinary instincts and a loving side hidden behind his jaded demeanor. While you were the youngest, which they often reminded you of. Erwin was the captain of the quarterbacks at their high school, and Levi was the captain of the track team. Every year, you used to go hiking and camping in a spot you found, where the three of you had even built a rather spacious treehouse. And this year, Levi and Erwin were determined to achieve a very specific goal: to teach you how to fly. And yes, without knowing how or why, since the age of eight, you have been able to transform into a crow. Your parents knew nothing about it, and were clearly not connected to this strange ability of yours. The only ones who knew were your two best friends, who not only witnessed your transformations many times, but to whom you had told them directly, because you shared everything, all the three. Alas, having never had a teacher, you never had to fly in your avian form, gliding from place to place at best. So there you were, in your bird form, in Erwin's hands, unsure of the plan, as he was ready to throw you towards Levi, cushions placed on the ground between them just in case, hoping you'd manage to fly like that, or that Levi could catch you before you fell. And just as the validity of this plan seemed increasingly doubtful, you didn't have time to change your mind before Erwin threw you towards Levi.