People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can...
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When Jeongguk opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the cemetery. He wasn't lying on the soggy ground that stuck to his naked body. No rain was streaming down his face. His pupils, however, did not penetrate the harsh light of the morning, but the delicate twilight that prevailed around him. At first, he didn't know what had really awakened him. It took a moment for him to hear the flapping of wings and realize that a moment ago he had heard a loud croaking that was apparently the cause of his interrupted sleep. He pushed himself up on his forearms and looked at the perpetrator of this cruel wake-up.
The crow was sitting on the pile of cardboard boxes in the middle of the warehouse. Jeongguk broke in here last night to hide from the rain for a while and warm up his frozen body. He was going to stay here until the rain calmed down, but before he knew it, Morpheus took him into his embrace. Apparently he must have slept all night here. He wasn't sure what time it might be, but it was definitely another day.
He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the lighting, then stood up slowly. He was sleeping in a sitting position, leaning against some cardboard boxes. So his body felt a bit sore from this unusual position. He stretched and twisted his head involuntarily from side to side to loosen his stiff neck. He was still wearing the clothes he had stolen from a group of strangers yesterday, so he adjusted the leather jacket over his bare shoulders and pulled up his pants, which were sliding a little too low on his narrow hips, and approached the crow cautiously.
Only when he was one step away from it did he notice that the bird was holding something in its beak. He pinched his eyebrows together and gently parted his lips to ask what it was, when suddenly the raven, as if understanding his intentions, opened its beak, letting what it held in it fell to the ground, landing at his feet still clothed in heavy, black shoes. The black-haired man looked at the ground, then bent down and grabbed in his fingers what the bird had just dropped. A key appeared to his eyes. He twisted it carefully in his fingers, as if hoping that if he looks at it closely enough, he might remember something. However, nothing like that happened. So he shifted his gaze to the raven that seemed to be watching him.
"What is this?" He asked, as if the bird could answer him.
In response, the bird only croaked loudly and then took off for flight. The raven, however, did not fly far. On the contrary, it flew as if it wanted Jeongguk to follow it. So without thinking for a long time, the black-haired man followed in the footsteps of the bird. When the bird flew out through a small barrel located above the exit. He pushed carefully at the warehouse door and made his way back through the narrow slit. As soon as he left the warehouse, he was greeted by quite intense morning light. There was hardly a single cloud in the sky now, the puddles from yesterday's downpour were almost completely dry, disappearing from the cracked pavements. But there was still a damp smell in the air. Although perhaps it was only due to his acute senses that he was able to feel it at all.
Yesterday he only stole the jacket, so his chest was still naked underneath it. As he felt the crisp air lash against his skin, an unpleasant shiver ran down his strong back, his body shuddering. His jet black hair was still curled into the soft waves from yesterday's downpour, so he combed it gently with his fingers, then slipped his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and started walking. The pants taken from the assaulted man turned out to be a bit too loose at the waist, making them slide a little more than they should be, exposing the hipbones and lower abs creating a sexy V-line that tightened with every movement, but he didn't care. It didn't matter what he looked like now.
