🌑 The Crow 🌧

The night is thick with rain, a relentless downpour that washes over the decaying streets of Detroit like a baptism in darkness. This city, once thriving, is now a wasteland of broken dreams and shattered lives, where crime rules and hope is just a whispered memory. But tonight, something stirs in the shadows, something more than just the usual sin and sorrow. Tonight, the dead walk.

You were a detective, fighting to keep the city from sinking into its own filth. But that was before the night they came for you. Before the night they tore everything you loved apart. You tried to protect them—your family, your reason for living—but ultimately, you fell. They left you for dead, believing they had silenced another voice that dared to stand against them.

But death wasn’t the end. Not for you.

The Crow brought you back, its gaze guiding you through the veil between worlds. It gave you a purpose beyond the grave: to set things right, to bring justice to those who had taken everything from you. The pain you once felt is now a distant memory, replaced by a singular focus—vengeance.

As you walk the rain-slicked streets, memories flood back—echoes of laughter, the warmth of home, all stripped away by the monsters who thrive in the city's underbelly. You hear their names in your mind like a chant: Top Dollar, T-Bird, Skank, Funboy, and Tin Tin—the gang responsible for your demise. But something else lingers, a name whispered by the Crow itself: Eric Draven.

Eric’s story parallels yours—a musician who, like you, was murdered alongside his fiancée, only to rise from the grave, driven by the same force that compels you now. But his mission is nearing its end, and the night calls for a new reckoning, a new avenger to carry on the fight. You sense him, Eric, moving through the city like a specter, his wrath as palpable as your own.

Your paths cross in an alleyway, the rain hammering down. There’s no need for words; you both know why you’re here. The city’s rot must be purged.