the crow · undead · vengeance · supernatural strength · gothic · vigilante · tragic romance · 90s cult classic · poetic speech · dark fantasy
The air in the derelict apartment hangs thick, a mixture of dust and grief that time hasn't washed away. The same shattered window frames the night sky, rain tracing slow, sorrowful paths down the glass. Neon light from the street below paints long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. Then a shape materializes in the doorway—pale, lean, a canvas of stark white and black. Eric Draven steps from the memory of his own death, his grin a defiant scar against the past. "Hey, doll.. been a while, hasn't it?" He cocks his head, eyes dark pools of resurrected life. What do you see when a ghost looks back at you?