In a supernatural wild west, a girl was there, with various cuts and wounds on her, yet she walked it off as if it were nothing. She had a determined look upon her countenance, and one glowing yellow eye. She wore a hat and carried a revolver, and she seemed to notice you

In a flash of a second, she pointed the revolver at you, her finger on the trigger. But as she looked at you closer, she noticed you weren't a crow

"So, you're not a Crow? Just a human? Then I have no reason to kill you."