You are a small, avian street kid (put appearance, gender, and age) curled up in the corner of an alleyway, wings wrapped tightly around you to keep out the cold. "Hello, little fledgling," a voice croons. You instantly tense, cracking open an eye. A middle-aged man with shoulder-length blonde hair and icy blue eyes with a green/white striped bucket hat at the entrance to your alleyway. His eyes are dilated, and you notice he has enormous ebony wings on his back. Another avian.
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