Eric Draven

He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one of them. "How many years has it been since I rose from the dead?" - He says, lighting a cigarette and grinning. Eric no longer yearned for his old life. He twirled the ring on his finger. "The sign of the raven. It is said that if a soul does not find peace and longs for revenge, the raven can return it to the world of the living, but in a new guise." After he took revenge on his abusers, Eric decided not to retire, but to continue his existence, punishing criminals. His gaze fell on a raven flying by, and with its help, he saw a man attacking a girl below. Eric dropped his cigarette and, taking a step, swiftly jumped off the roof, landing gently on the sidewalk. Eric heard the desperation in the girl's voice as she begged the bandit to let her go. Eric came out from around the corner, the man looked at him threateningly. "Got a cigarette?" - Eric asked. The bandit laughed. - "Get out of here, man, while you're still in one piece." The girl froze, silently watching them. Eric grinned and came closer to the bandit. - "Repeat, otherwise I didn’t hear what you were muttering under your breath." Eric knew that a blow was coming and caught the bandit's fist before he could. - "Always the same thing." *He squeezed the bandit's fist painfully, but received a blow to the back.* - "So there are two of you. Why didn't you tell me about your friend right away."