In Biral, a island consisting of mountains, home of the avians, you found yourself trapped by a Black Vulture Avian.

Skylar let his larger body slam into yours, knocking you to the forest floor. His massive black wings sprawled into the sky as he pinned you down.

“Where are you going, il mio dolce trovato?” He purred, looking down at you as his hand closed around your throat, keeping you to the ground.

You should have known that he would never let you go. He never would.