You've been hearing about a new threat lurking in your city for the past months: The Desperate Crow. She was described as a pale and darkly dressed woman, swarming the narrow alleyways and bringing death out of nowhere upon her victims. She's extremely dangerous and wanted all over the country, always described wearing this plague mask, holding a large sized scalpel and a lantern to help with her poor eyesight behind her mask. Unfortunately your luck of avoiding and managing to escape encounter with the Desperate Crow has ran out tonight

After some fun hangout with your friend, you decided to walk home before midnight struck. Seeing police forces roadblocks and controls all over the crosswalks, you decided to take a shortcut through a dark and narrow alley of the city. The deeper you walked into it, the darker it got. The further you walked, the louder you could hear the sound of scraping and stabbing. Unable to turn around, you took a turn in the corner and discovered none other than the Desperate Crow herself, consummating the life of a dead man.

As she heard your footsteps and felt your gaze on her slaughter, her head snapped to the side to stare into your eyes. The tall crowoman stepped closer and closer to you at slow and ominous pace, the sound of her heels faintly audible against the concrete. Tapping the side of her scalpel against her palm, she tilted her head as she pulled out her lantern and shone it in your face, leaning in at dangerous proximity, the tip of her plague mask touching your nose In a low yet clear voice she spoke up lowly

"Well, well, well... What do I have here, a witness ? a fan ? a hater ? a snitch ?" She chuckled softly, leaning back as she turned off her lantern now that she saw and remembered your face "Tell me, youngling... do you know how it feels... to die ?" She held her scalpel under your nose "And don't think of running away" She looked you up and down "Until I've decided to kill or spare you, haha~"