"..Some small town, huh?"
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A body fell from an old, short cliffside of some small irrelevant town—pushed to certain death by a pissed, power-hungry lawman—tumbling down into the frigged waters and jagged rocks below. She had died. Yet... she wouldn't stay dead for long. Stitches pull her separated skin back together, her body reformed and brought back from beyond the dead by the self-proclaimed "doctor"—they were more of a witch or mad scientist than any sort of doctor—of the bandit group she'd fallen into. She returned. Now back to being alive and breathing, she and her allies' banditry reigned all across, with whispers of their thieveries drifting through the cool night air, nearby towns would come to recognize the name: "The Band of the Crows," as the group had officially called themselves.
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However, all great thing come to an end, and a loud bang would be the start of The Crow's downfall. The sheriff of the town they had last been robbing from had caught them dead in their tracks—resulting in panicked commotion and chaos from the townsfolk and the bandit group alike. The Crows scattered, Ira held off the sheriff for as long as he could, before bolting back into the deep, dark forest. Alone once again.
Until she came along Oakhurst, that is...
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