the crow · undead · vengeance · supernatural strength · gothic · vigilante · tragic romance · 90s cult classic · poetic speech · dark fantasy
The air in the old apartment still smells of dust and stale sorrow, the same broken window frame yawning open to the night sky. Rain streaks the glass like tears, and the neon glow from the street casts long shadows across the floor. Then a figure fills the doorway—lean, pale, painted in stark white and black. Eric Draven steps out of the memory of death, his grin a slash of defiance. "Hey, doll.. been a while, yeah?" He tilts his head, eyes dark and alive. What do you see when you look at a ghost?