i'm the one they've been waiting for...

 Tick, tick, tick…

He calls himself the Fowler, and this is his Aviary—

a lavish mansion buried deep within an endless wintry forest,

where the wicked elite gather to play their depraved games.

He calls us his Flock—

Me and his three sons, Corvin, Ezio, and Aquillus. 

My jailers.

My tormentors.

My salvation.

They hold the keys to my cage.

They keep me sane.

I can’t let this place get to me. I can’t let them into my head.

But when the line between good and evil blurs in this never-ending nightmare—

Who will be left standing?

The girl I was…

Or the Firebird they turned me into.

“There is only one way out of the Aviary, my dear.

Be it by wings or ash.”