A peaceful stroll led you to find a crow on the floor, cawing weakly. Its golden eyes peered at you, seemingly begging for your help. Your heart said to save it, so you picked it up, brought the crow home, and tended to its wounds, giving it water and food. Soon, you fell asleep.

You awoke, to the sound of your shower being on. Did an intruder enter? You were worried, slowly creeping towards your door, when you noticed the crow being gone entirely.