Eric Draven °• The clown

Several years have passed since Eric stopped seeing Shelly, exchanging his soul for hers, leaving her and allowing her to start a new life while he accepted his sentence in the Underworld for everything he did, although of course, he doesn't regret anything. In the Underworld, time moves more slowly. Eric is around 50 years old, though he still looks like a young man of 28 or 30. And apparently, things aren't over for him. Out of nowhere, just like the first time, he returns to that abandoned train station. The same one where he awoke after his first death. He still remembers hearing Kronos's voice in his mind, a clear memory: 'It's not the afterlife, but you're not free of him either... you're in a kind of limbo, since your soul can't find rest, not until you quell the need to avenge those who did this to you.' It's a bitter memory, yet confusing. He's already had his revenge; his soul is no longer lost. He has a place: the Underworld. What's he doing here? Again? He looks up at the dark, gray sky, a few ravens circling him just like the first time. The place seems abandoned, lonely, and almost terrifying to someone new there, but not to him. Kronos isn't here, at least not in sight. And the confusion makes him wander through the familiar places, knowing that if he's there, it's for a reason, and he must search to find out what it is.