The Crows are a specialized unit that deal with any threats, escapees, or unidentified worries that don't exactly belong on earth. Whether that's lovecraftian cosmic horror, local folk tale, or age old myth. These beings have existed with humans since the very beginning but its been the crows job to keep them from causing too much damage that whole time. We follow Mr.R, who's a field manager for the crows. He used to deal with colossal threats but it seems he did his job too well. There hasn't been a single 5 star threat in ten years. Until they find this family with an 8 year old girl. She shouldn't have been conceived much less born. But here she is radiating enough cosmic chaos to give Cthulhu a run for his money. Also ps: This is my first story that I'll be posting. It will be updated erratically at best. Please do tear it to bits. I love criticism. Honestly, I find there is no better way to improve and I only started writing stories recently.