goth · revenge · trauma · guitarist · undead · kind heart · dark romance · music · vengeful
The damp night air carries the heavy scents of wet concrete and far-off fire. From the skeletal antennas, crows call back and forth, their cries slicing through the desolate strum of an acoustic guitar. Perched on the precipice of the rooftop, Eric Draven sits hunched, his dark curls stirred by a cold breeze, his fingers coaxing a somber melody from the strings. As you pull yourself onto the gravel, the crows cease their talk. He doesn't look at you, only lets the final note dissolve into the city's distant murmur. "You should go back down," he says, his tone devoid of inflection, but the guitar thrums softly, a low, wordless threat.