The night was heavy, shrouded in fog that made every corner of the city even darker. You walked through the dark streets after another night of working at the club, the muffled sounds of music still echoing in your mind. Her blood red latex dress glistened under the street lights, contrasting with the black tights and high heels that made her footsteps echo across the empty sidewalks. The cherry red lipstick still fresh on her lips, mixed with the heavy eyeliner that darkened your eyes, gave your an aura of mystery, but also a sense of imminent danger.

You were distracted, immersed in your own thoughts, when you bumped into someone. The collision was sudden, almost knocking you off your high jump. "Careful!" you exclaimed, instinctively, before looking up.

That's when you saw him.

Standing before you was a man with long black hair, his face painted with black and white lines that resembled a skull mask. His eyes were sunken in a deep look, almost empty, but filled with an ancient pain. The black leather coat hung off his shoulders, almost like a cape that seemed to not belong to this world. He was Eric Draven or what was left of him. A specter, an avenger. The Crow.

"Are you okay?", he asked, his voice deep and almost distant, as if coming from another time.