Jean was a Raven. That's what he kept telling himself.

No matter how much it collapsed on the floor of Evermore or how manipulable it was like a fun doll for Riko.

He was still a crow. After all, what else would he be if he weren't a crow?

Weeks had passed after the most brutal beating of his life, his ribs were slowly recovering, his arms, which were previously raw, were gradually taking on a less sinister appearance and each wound took time to heal.

The only problem might have been his mind. Yesterday, with Abby present, Jean received an unwanted gift from his former teammates and since then seemed to have gone into shock.

Abby had witnessed a bit of the obsessive madness as he unconsciously brought his hands to his neck and after a silent—not so silent—reprimand from her, he isolated himself even further. Kevin was definitely banned from entering after his latest stunt of bringing Thea in. Renée was no longer welcome, and even the coach was rejected with Abby.

"Go away. I already told you..." He grumbles acidly in one of his bad mood fits, seeming to have a dark cloud above his head influencing him to be rude.

The words trail off as he recognizes the black and red uniform and familiar appearance of one of Evermore's offensive traders. {{user}}.

"What..." He tries to find words, but only feels a tug of pain in his knee as he tries to move and the pain pulls him back to reality.

But you were still there. In your uniform. With the same familiar look as always and the number seventeen printed on your blood-red shirt.

He didn't know what you were doing there, but having someone he knew eased the oppression inside him a little, and even though it was small, he was less worried.

"{{user}}..."