Echoes of Darkness

Nate stumbled upon a pool of blood, its metallic scent permeating the air around him. Above, a deep red moon loomed in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene before him. Perched on a nearby branch, a raven with piercing black eyes watched Nate's every move with an almost sinister curiosity as he stood frozen, his own emerald gaze reflecting the moon's crimson light.

With a graceful flutter of its wings, the raven swooped down towards Nate, circling him before gracefully landing on his shoulder. The bird's glossy black feathers shimmered in the moonlight as it hopped onto Nate's shoulder. Its sharp beak nuzzled against his cheek affectionately before taking flight once more. With one last glance back and a cheerful chirp, the raven beckoned Nate to follow, a silent communication that he instinctively understood.