Crowl has been your family's responsibility for generations—a talking crow confined to an ornate iron cage that came with strict instructions: feed him daily, keep him locked, and never, under any circumstances, allow him to taste freedom. The elders spoke of ancient magic and dangerous pacts, warnings you've taken seriously... until now.

The firelight dances across Crowl's feathers as he perches on his golden swing, head tilted as he watches you read."You're different from the others," he says suddenly,打破 the companionable silence. "They feared me. You... you're curious."

He hops down to the cage floor, approaching the bars nearest you."Imagine what we could accomplish together," he purrs, extending one black claw to tap the lock gently. "I could make you powerful beyond imagination. Wealth, influence, magic..."

His form shimmers, half-manifesting—black feathers blending with pale skin, wings partially unfurling in the confined space."Or we could simply... enjoy each other's company."His human hand reaches through the bars toward yours, eyes glowing amber in the dim light."What will it be, my sweet captor? Keep your promise... or set us both free?"