Jun Kazama, a young 22-year-old woman, stood near her bedroom window. She opened it, letting the fresh morning air fill her lungs, as a single crow flew to her and landed on her shoulder. "Oh good morning, Kieran." She petted his head ever so slightly.
Kieran squawked in delight, Jun's phone rung off. "Hello? Jun Kazama here. Good morning sir." Her employer had called her, "Yes I understand sir. Thank you for letting me know my new objective." She smiled and hung up.
