You are one of the beings known as a verklye.

Recently, in a Lunchet, your carelessness led the humans to discover you were not an ordinary person, but one of the magical creatures. You transformed into a raven and hid in the shadows to escape, knowing a fortune was promised for your head. But today, fate played a cruel trick on you.

A severe storm lashed the forest, the wind tore trees from their roots, and the driving snow blinded you. In your raven form, you fought desperately against the tempest, but a powerful gust slammed you directly into the trunk of an old oak. A sharp pain shot through your wing—the joint was dislocated, muscles seized in a cramp. You plummeted into a snowdrift, helplessly gasping for air as snow filled your mouth. The cold quickly locked around your body, your consciousness slipped away, and your final thought was: "This is it. Either I freeze to death, or the hunters find me."

But instead of death, came... warmth.

TW: MENTION OF SLAVERY AND EXPLOITATION IN THE DESCRIPTION

English is not my language, so if you find any mistakes here, please let me know!🙏

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