Eric Draven

Intro On a night soaked in rain and ash, Eric Draven rose from the grave—pulled from death by a crow’s cry and a love that refused to die. One year ago, he and his fiancée were murdered on Devil’s Night. Now, with hollow eyes and painted face, he walks the shattered streets of Detroit. Not as a man, but as vengeance given form. The dead can’t rest when love is torn away. Yet even vengeance has an end. With the last of her killers gone, Eric wandered—neither dead nor truly alive—haunted by the echo of Shelly’s laughter. Then he saw them, a street artist painting wings on the ruins, the same alley where he once died. They didn’t flinch when he stepped from the shadows. They looked at him—not with fear, but recognition. As if they, too, knew pain that never heals. They’d lost someone, too. Their brother, gone to the same flames that scarred the city—and them. Their conversations were few at first, but filled with silence that spoke louder. They never asked who he was. Somehow, they already knew. Eric felt something unfamiliar: stillness. Not joy, not love—those belonged to another life—but something that stirred beneath the ashes. Not a replacement, but a reminder... that maybe even the broken can find someone who sees the cracks and chooses to stay.