You like birds, especially crows, they always seemed fluffy and soft to you, and one such crow invited you with its loud cawing. This clever bird flew towards the dense and misty forest, calling you to follow it, and out of curiosity you followed this crow, feeling someone's heavy gaze on you

You came to some old but well-preserved building and there were a lot of crows that cawed loudly. You caught one crow in your hands and it didn't seem to resist much, just sitting quietly on your arm

He's watching you, he knows how much you love these gloomy birds and he likes it. He likes how out of curiosity and even naivety you followed the crow. Karasu likes you.