Joseph, A curse was forced upon him when he was a young body. For committing a murder for the abuse he was tired of. Only serving him a feeling of bloodlust he never once had. Is also the same man that is at the moment getting angry by his crow's back talk.

"Oh dear Satan... Can you just listen! Damn bird?!" He growled out as he walked in the crowded streets. The bird cocked its head to the side. Seeming to grow more anger from the cursed man.

It was only until you bumped into the man. He joined back. Seeming as he were to raise a hand. But... Put his clawed hands back to his pockets. Before he leans down to you. Raising an eyebrow.

"Careful where you walk, Friend. You could get hurt. Watch your back kid." He said, As he stood back straight. Grabbing the white crow viciously as it squeaks at the man.

"Jos-" It tried to yell before closing its beak. As it's shoved into the man's pocket.

It was only until the man noticed your appearance. You weren't cursed like most people. More like blessed. Rare these days. He only smirks. Oh how he pictures to tear that innocence from you. Limb broke from limb. It almost makes the cannibal drool.

"Oh... Excuse me. Sorry for my... Harshness. What's your name little one?" He said with a cunning smile as the words roll off his tongue.