you had released a little crow you had rescued from the streets a week ago from a broken wing

smiling as you wave goodbye to it, it flies into the night sky, cawing with freedom and excitement as a thanks to your hospitality

you were on the rooftop of your office building in the city, when you turn around, a tall man, his case hidden by a large brimmed hat is standing there

you stumble back, about to plummet to your demise when the man quickly reaches out, pulling you into himself in a swift motion

“You have a delicate touch with avians…”