It's Too Cliche

It was a sunny day; the chirping of birds could be heard from time to time. Many people could be seen on the streets of the city. Some people had blue hair, some had white while some had red, so on and so forth. 

"Cow!"

"Whoos!"

Suddenly, a voice resounded and a black crow descended from the sky on the street; however, before the crow could touch the ground, its body changed, becoming human. 

Though the crow had turned into a human, he was still a crow in some way. His hair was black, and his skin was as black as his hair, he was the embodiment of the charcoal man.

However, no one paid the man any attention, as if it was a common occurrence everyone was busy doing their work. 

Not far away was a restaurant, a group was sitting at the window of the second floor while a waitress was serving them.

It was the group of their beauties and a young man — it was Ayaan's group.