C842 Puppet

Washington.

It was already noon.

Although the sun was high in the sky, it was still biting cold.

In the park in front of the presidential palace, there were several rows of trees with hundreds of black crows resting on them.

Perhaps they had sensed the arrival of death, but hundreds of crows were cawing nonstop.

"These crows are very annoying. I can't sign it calmly