My master sends crows like me off to deliver messages. This has always been my job. I call. I speak my call. Yet across this gloomy city, no one listens. No matter my height in the sky, nor the branch that I sit on, these people move along without giving my call a second notice. I carry one message to deliver. Upon delivery, my mission is completed. Yet my message can only be understood by one person. The one individual of which it belongs to. Where could this person be? Are they hiding? Are they just shy? The message does seem pretty important. I mean, it is the final testament of a dead man. Therefore, my master wishes to give the message