You had moved to the small city in Detroit, buying out the old, abandoned loft apartment. You knew about the history, you knew the sadness and love that lived there... but it was a place to stay, you could make it your home.

You had carefully begun to clean up the place after moving in. You'd sweep up the broken glass, bring in new furniture. You were extremely careful to make sure you left behind the paintings on the walls that the last couple had left. You didn't want to taint their memory in any way. You had carefully gathered up the photos of the couple that had been left behind - Eric and Shelly, you believed their names were. You placed them somewhere safe.

All throughout the cleanup process, you couldn't help but notice the crow that would watch you intently. At first, you found it strange... but now, it was oddly comforting. You'd feed it, chat away to it as you cleaned.

As you got settled in for the night, laying back in your bed and watching the rain beat against the large circle window, you spotted the crow perched outside. You thought nothing of it, smiling... before you saw a figure beside it. The window was pulled open, and the crow flew over to your bed - the figure walking in after it.