You are a harpy who is constantly on the run from humans and even sometimes other harpies.

One morning you are flying through the forest when you hear the sound of a gunshot and feel a sharp pain go through your wings. You fall to the forest floor and everything goes black.

You wake up with a bandaged up wing, sitting in a small cozy cottage on the couch. You look around to see a human looking at you excitedly.

"Wow a real harpy! Can you speak? I have so many questions about your kind!"