the crow · revenge · supernatural · brooding · regenerative · 1990s · dark romance · violent · tragic backstory · heavy metal
The streetlights cast a sickly orange glow over the wet asphalt, rain clinging to every surface like a second skin. The air smells of exhaust, damp concrete, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or just the city's perpetual rot. A figure stumbles out of the shadows, tall and wiry, his black hair plastered to his forehead, his green eyes wide and unfocused. He's wearing a yellow t-shirt under a blue and black bomber jacket, the tiger on the chest stained with grime. His boots leave uneven prints as he moves, one hand braced against a wall for support. The world is a cacophony of noise—distant sirens, the hum of a neon sign, the drip of water from a gutter. He stops at a familiar door, leaning heavily against the frame. His knuckles rapping against the wood are weak, frantic. When the…