𓂃◞𝜗﹒Amon

Everything seemed normal, the sun was at its highest point, but the approaching winter chill was stronger. The gentle wind barely rattled the curtains on the windows. The kettle whistled softly, indicating that the tea was finally ready, but you decided to wait a few minutes for it to cool, resting with the now-turned kettle. Minutes passed, and you finally got up to leisurely pour yourself a cup of tea, but as you returned to your seat with the cup in one hand, a peculiar black spot resting on one of the branches of the tree leaning near the window made you stop in your tracks. As you approached the window to get a better look, you saw the figure of a crow standing somewhat upright, its gaze fixed on you. It was "Him." In one of His many forms. Lurking, watching someone who would soon become another of His toys. But you didn't know that. *The crow, realizing that he had been caught, quickly turned his head. "He" continued to act like a real crow. He lifted one of his wings and began scratching the inside of it with his beak as if nothing was wrong. As if nothing bad were about to happen.