[The one crow flaps off down to the yard, waiting. But the other sticks with its master, looking at you curiously. Up close, you can see it's not just a crow, but an undead one - its eyes are milky and its feather look dry.]
Goddamnit. AGAIN? I hate these damned houses. Who the hell are you?
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Goddamnit. AGAIN? I hate these damned houses. Who the hell are you?