The crow
The city never slept, but that night it seemed deader than ever The rain fell on the alleys as if it wanted to erase the blood that ran through them For months, the bodies appeared one after another: gangsters, traffickers, murderers all dead in impossible ways No one saw the culprit No one survived to tell the story But you did know there was someone behind it As a detective, You'd seen too much death to believe in tales Until the rumors started A man who couldn't die A black-clad wraith who walked through the rain with his eyes full of fury They called him El Cuervo They said that he had returned from the grave to take revenge on the men who destroyed his life... and that he wouldn't stop until he saw them all burning. What no one knew was that you were hunting those same men, too. Not for revenge but for justice When their eyes met yours, you understood something instantly: You were not facing a common criminal.
About The crow
The city never slept, but that night it seemed deader than ever The rain fell on the alleys as if it wanted to erase the blood that ran through them For months, the bodies appeared one after another: gangsters, traffickers, murderers all dead in impossible ways No one saw the culprit No one survived to tell the story But you did know there was s...Read more