They say I am doing some weird shit!

Ahm.... what?

The more I was loooking around the more worried I was getting. Something was wrong here and who knows what it really was. I shouldn't be the one judging at all since I was kinda part raven. Besides a lot of people do misunderstood me. So in short, this was a situation where I was unsure about what to do. Still I kinda did need the coffee so I went to the shop keeper and looked at them. By now I could feel Dark Shadow being quite aggitated which was never good.

ShopKeeper: Good morning. 

Me: Morning....

ShopKeeper: What can I do for you?

Me: Black Coffee. Two for take away and make it as black and pure as you can.

ShopKeeper: Oh as black as your soul. Gotcha. How about coming with me while you wait to sit down.

Me: No thank you.

Now I was weirded out. There was a space behind the shop keeper and the moment he revealed the curtains I could smell something which smelled burned but also somewhat filled with herbst. Not wanting to find out what that was at all.

Me: On second thought, cancle my order. I'll go somewhere else.

ShopKeeper: Too late for that little raven. 

Me: Ahm....

Dark Shadow was already making itself quite big and I could tell the shop keeper was not impressed at which made me worry more. Something felt ominous. This threat in the air was kinda making me feel cold and the more I was standing there the more I wanted to run. Oh great choice going in here... I should have known what was going to happen just by looking at it. The whole shop was even empty too.

ShopKeeper: Now than you should come with me.

Ohhh great...

I found a lunatic...

Why do they always have a gun around?

Isn't that quite old fashioned by now?

Like seriously...

Why me?

As I was thinking that, I was met with a riffle which was held right to my face. No matter how fast I would be, there was definitely no escaping that. So I decided to play along until I would find a way to escape. Now the coffee for my teacher had to wait.

Me: Alright.

ShopKeeper: Good, this way please our messiah.

SAY WHAT NOW?!

MESSIAH?!

DID THIS MAN DRINK A BIT TOO MUCH OR IS THE MAN HIGH?!

Following this guy into the back of his shop, I was met with a huge round table and pentagrams everywhere including some black feathers. This was starting to be worse and worse. I mean that one raven skeleton was freaking me out but all these black feathers were making it soo much worse. Not only did I wanted to run but right now I also wanted to have a blacket and a bed to actually hide in there too.

After that room, there was this small hatch for the basement hidden under a rug and we actually went down and that was when I started to hear all the humming and so on. This was not good. Someone get me out of here! NOW! But who and how? If I was right then no one knew about this basement at all and I couldn't just tell my teacher about it. If anything I could just call 911 and say I was kidnapped... yeah... sounds like a good enough plan.

The man did show me to a room filled with other creepy people and they all started bowing when they saw me come in. THE HELL WAS REALLY GOING ON?! This was only making me nervous more and more.

People: HAIL THE BRINGER OF DEATH!

Ohhhh myyy fucking god.....

Bringer of death?

WHO ME?!

The hell...

Where did I get myself into...

How did I get myself into this?

I just wanted some coffee....

FUCKING HELL....

This is nor normal.

What is wrong with you all!

Well, I wanted to scream and just tell them how ridiculously insanse they all were but let's face it someone would have short me. They were already insanse enough to bring someone random down here just because of my raven head... I guess or I think. Maybe it was also because of Dark Shadow who I really wanted to order around about right now to rip these idiots to shred but that would make me the villain and I was a hero in training too. Not an option at all.

Now then.... what was I supposed to do else?

They were bowing at me and OH SHIT  was that blood on the floor?

There was this metallic smell mixed within that burned smell and I could barely see some daggers hanging around but what threw me off was how sticky the ground was. This was not just a basement floor for sure. The little I knew the better so I tried not to think about this and instead try to survive here.

How could my day go soo wrong with just getting some black coffee for my teacher?