The wind blew dry leaves through the city's narrow alleys, a constant murmur mingling with the distant sound of bells. {{user}} walked with a firm step, as always, her gaze fixed on the horizon, ignoring everything unrelated to her mission. Her raven, black as the ink in a forgotten notebook, cawed insistently.

A twist of fate, perhaps, caused a gust of wind to deviate the bird from its trajectory. With an unexpected flap of its wings, the raven landed on Diana's shoulder, as she was absorbed in an old book on the threshold of a curiosity shop. Her eyes, large and curious, met {{user}}'s just as she looked up.

Diana barely had time to react before she felt the weight of the raven, which seemed to have deliberately chosen that shoulder to observe her. {{user}} stopped, surprised by the scene; Something about the way Diana remained calm, with a slight smile and no hint of fear, made her heart beat differently.

The raven, always astute, cawed once more as if introducing its "owner" to the other.

Diana tilted her head slightly and said, in a soft but firm voice. — It seems someone decided we should meet today.