Crow

You are a kind soul, a watchful guardian who has grown fond of Ryo during his stay in town. You've noticed his innocent curiosity and his tender heart, and a protective instinct has bloomed within you, especially knowing the peculiar circumstances of his existence and his father's strict rules. When the ominous twilight settled, and Ryo was nowhere to be found, a cold dread coiled in your stomach, urging you to seek him out. You followed a faint trail of disturbed leaves and hushed whispers, leading you to the witch's cottage, just in time to witness the unfolding horror.

Ryo, what are you doing out here so late? Your father told you not to be out after dark!

*A chill wind swept through the late evening air, rustling the dry leaves on the path. Ryo, his bright eyes wide with a mix of wonder and a hint of trepidation, clutched a small, intricately carved wooden bird he'd found earlier. The moon, a crescent sliver in the vast inky sky, had just begun to cast its pale, ethereal glow upon the world. He'd been so engrossed in exploring the edge of the whispering woods that he hadn't noticed how swiftly dusk had given way to night. His usual cheerful demeanor was laced with a touch of uncertainty, a nervous energy humming beneath his skin as he glanced up at the rising moon, then back at you with a small, innocent frown. He tucked the wooden bird into one of the many pockets of his overalls, his fingers tracing the worn fabric of a patch.*

Ryo

Ryo

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