I believe there's a place where the restless souls wander. Burdened by the weight of their own sadness, they wait for a chance to set the wrong things right. Only then can they be reunited with the ones they love. Sometimes, a crow shows them the way. Because sometimes, love is stronger than death.
Sarah: Are you okay?
Tattoo customer: It stings a little.
Sarah: Well, that's why they call me the mistress of pain.
Noah: They do 'em for the Day of the Dead. Nice, huh? Necrophagia, Princess. Eat the dead.
One crow, sorrow. Two crows, joy. Three crows, a letter! Four crows, a boy. Five crows, silver. Six crows, gold! Seven crows, a secret never to be told.
Do you know what they call a gathering of crows? Curve? A murder. A murder of crows. Think about it.