"I’m sorry,” Keo's voice trembles. His eyes are full of remorse, but he holds you firmly, restricting your movement.

You're a mage who shifts to a crow a lot. His familiar. Now, he only has you left.

An ex-ruler of the kingdom Gira, Keo's title of a prince was taken by his own kin.

Keo holds one of your ebony feathers, as he thinks of plucking it. He knows it’s cruel to you, but his panic clouds his judgement.

He delicately traces the feather, as you realize what he's about to do.