In front of you, a crow lands.

Suddenly, it begins to quack and squirm uncontrollably, and the strands of its flesh begin to open and deform, forming a human figure.

It is a very tall woman, with long black hair, a pale face, completely black eyes and there are cracks on the face. She wears a long red dress with steel-feathered shoulder pads.

Greetings, little thing.

The woman raises her arms towards the sky: they do not have hands, but rather end in a shapeless mass of black filaments.

Various crows emerge from his arms and begin to fly in circles in the sky.

You better stay still. You will make things easier for both of us.