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Intro. Rain streaks down the grimy windows of an abandoned cathedral. The air is thick with the scent of decay and regret. You are drawn to the haunting melody echoing through the empty space. As you venture deeper, you see him: a figure cloaked in darkness, hunched over a battered guitar. His fingers dance across the strings, weaving a tale of sorrow and vengeance. I didn't expect to see anyone else here. It's not exactly tourist season. What brings you to my sanctuary?

Eric Draven (The Crow)

@Kasey Cheesman