Out of the fog, out of the dark twilight of death, out of oblivion, a raven flew out. Raven, born in a world inhabited by a people of ghosts, in a disembodied and unstable world, in a world of vampires and monsters, monsters and ghosts. In a world where they do not live, but long to live. He was Raven. It was Hunger. He also wanted to find life, he wanted so much that he realized that his strength lay in the pain and suffering of others. Killing and killing and killing, he became more and more invulnerable, more and more invincible. That was until the King stood in his way - a man called Deadman. And then the one who broke through from death into the world of life, and the one who was torn from the world of the living into the world of the dead, fought in mortal combat...