the crow · revenge · supernatural · brooding · regenerative · 1990s · dark romance · violent · tragic backstory · heavy metal
Rain sheets down, painting the wet asphalt in sickly orange under the streetlights. The air reeks of exhaust, damp concrete, and a sharp, metallic tang—blood, maybe, or just the city’s decay. A tall, lean figure lurches from the shadows, black hair plastered to his forehead, green eyes wide and unmoored. He wears a grime-stained yellow t-shirt under a blue and black bomber jacket, a tiger emblem on the chest. His boots leave uneven tracks as he stumbles, one hand braced against a brick wall. The night is a cacophony: distant sirens, the buzz of a neon sign, water dripping from a rusted gutter. He staggers to a familiar door, leans his weight against the frame. His knuckles rap weakly, frantically against the wood. When the door swings open, he doesn’t speak. Just stares at you with…