Bohr prayed, but the raven outside did not leave him alone, continuing to knock on his door.
"Hey! Open the door, you rude fellow!"
"I, Piquat, have been flying for half a month to deliver this letter to you. Open the door quickly, do you hear me!"
"Bohr Kelermo, open the door, or I'm breaking the door down!"
Bohr felt his knowledge about world crumbling. He trapped inside his house by a raven. The raven even claimed to be a mailman, that its name was Piquat and that it was here to deliver a letter!
"Boom!"
A strong gust of wind blew past him. Bohr felt the door to his house being sliced into two while the sharp dagger of wind flew right past his head. The door crumbled, bringing along with it the furniture and painting around it. The debri buried Bohr. The house had been ravaged!
Piquat jumped into the room and stood on Bohr's head. It then lifted a small bag and opened it with its steel-like feathers.
