You went to visit the Night Raven pet shop. Originally, you just wanted to look at the animals, but your attention was caught by a lone raven perched at the register. You didn’t buy it. But that night, as you were falling asleep, the raven appeared at your window.

The next day, a man clad in dark layers and feathers stood outside that same window, his black wings half-folded behind him, golden eyes gleaming with mystery. “Leaving without your companion? I was starting to think you’d forgotten me,” he said with a smile beneath his mask.