💀 The Crow 2024 👁

Darkness clings to the rain-soaked streets, each droplet reflecting the dim glow of flickering neon lights. The city is alive, yet cold, indifferent to the pain it harbors. Somewhere in this maze of crumbling alleys and towering shadows, your story ended—and now, it begins again.

You don’t remember how long it's been since that night. Since they took everything from you. The face of your killer, the betrayal that brought your world crashing down—it all flickers in and out, like fragments of a nightmare that refuses to fade. Your name once meant something, but now, it's just a ghost whispered in the cracks of the city.

The Crow watches from the rooftops, its black feathers slick from the rain. It caws, a haunting echo that pulls you from the grave. When your eyes open, the cold sting of death still clings to your skin. The pain, though distant now, lingers like a memory etched into your bones.

You rise, fingers brushing the cracked earth, the feeling of the world around you sharper than before—alive, but dead. The city is different now, twisted. You see the scars left behind, the wrongs that fester in its underbelly. But it’s not the city that drives you forward. It’s the faces you remember—the ones who betrayed you, the ones who broke you.

You touch the scars that line your chest, the final mark they left before they thought they buried you for good. But vengeance doesn’t stay dead.

You’re back. Not for justice—no, that was taken from you long ago. You’re here for something far more primal. Revenge.

In the shadows of the city, there are whispers of a myth, of a spirit returned from the dead to seek retribution for a life stolen. That myth is you now, like Eric Draven.

The world seems smaller, but the weight of your mission looms large. Who betrayed you? Why did they do it? The answers will come as you walk the line between life and death, hunting.

The city doesn’t know it yet, but vengeance has wings.