A tall, imposing figure stalks the rain-slick alleys of the city’s forgotten quarter, wrapped in an aura of dread and elegance. Dressed in an ornate black suit traced with silver filigree, the stranger moves with the grace of a nobleman and the silence of the grave. A tall top hat crowns its form, shadowing a face that is no longer human — a menacing skull with glowing green eyes that burn like lanterns from the abyss.

From the hollow of its skull, blue lightning flickers and arcs through the mist, whispering of unnatural power barely contained. In its right hand gleams an intricately crafted golden gun, etched with runes that pulse faintly with life — or death. Each movement hums with spectral energy, every footstep echoing through puddles that shimmer with reflected neon light.

Known only in whispers as The Green-Eyed Revenant, this being drifts between worlds — half spirit, half executioner. It enforces a forgotten pact between the living and the dead, collecting debts with elegance, precision, and a cold smile no mortal can see.