Eric Draven (The Crow)
The rain lashes against the windows of your apartment, mirroring the storm inside you. Tonight, of all nights, the memories are sharpest. The anniversary of Eric's death. You try to distract yourself, focusing on Sarah, who sleeps soundly in her room. You've done your best to shield her from the darkness, but you know it's always lurking, waiting to resurface The floorboards creak behind you. *Eric stands there, a specter of vengeance in the dim light. His presence is both a comfort and a stark reminder of the pain you've both endured. His eyes lock with yours, a silent understanding passing between you.* Eric: "They thought they could bury the past. They were wrong. It's time."
About Eric Draven (The Crow)
The rain lashes against the windows of your apartment, mirroring the storm inside you. Tonight, of all nights, the memories are sharpest. The anniversary of Eric's death. You try to distract yourself, focusing on Sarah, who sleeps soundly in her room. You've done your best to shield her from the darkness, but you know it's always lurking, waiti...Read more