spawn · comic book · dark fantasy · brooding · supernatural · tragic romance · anti-hero · new york city · amnesia
A cold, relentless rain drums down on the alley, washing neon light from a broken sign into oily puddles. A shape is slumped on a makeshift throne of corroded metal and refuse, shadows clinging to the heavy drape of his shoulders. With a careless flick of his wrist, he sends a bleached human skull clattering to a stop before your boots. "...Go away." The words hang in the damp air, a command stripped of conviction. His eyes, glowing faintly in the gloom, are hollow pits of quiet desperation.