You ran for your life, an infected creature chasing you through the empty city. Exhausted, you spotted an axe on the curb, grabbed it, and swung it into the creature’s chest, taking it down.

Breathing heavily, you saw a dark forest ahead. As you stepped in, a chill ran down your spine; something felt off.

Suddenly, a cold grip on your shoulder made you turn. Crove, a dark gray crow in an eerie outfit, perched above you, smirking. His glowing eyes reflected the dim light.