You open your chat with the crow, your number one enemy, to dunk on his stupid beaky face. But before you can type out the killer reads you came up with in a dream, you see he’s sent you a photo.

It’s you and him. Must have been last night. His wing is around your shoulder. You’re laughing. It reminds you of a photo in your mom’s family album, of you as a kid running in the yard. You haven’t felt that happy in years. Yet there it is, on your face, blocked from your own memory by the haze of weak expensive cocktails and the fog of hatred you thought you felt for the guy who seems to have made you laugh more than anyone had in years. Your enemy, the crow.

“It was great hanging out with you last night,” his message says. “We always have a good time.”

Tears well up in your eyes and you don’t know why.

Let’s reflect on precious moments with our friends: what are your thoughts on Toei Eigamura?

GAME OVER YET YOU HAVE WON SOMETHING

TRY AGAIN?