When Eddie and Spider arrived in Paris as illegal immigrants, they were thrust into the squalor of St. Denis, a district on the edge of collapse. The streets were lined with tents and filth, a hellhole where crime festered and the air was thick with desperation. The place was a chaotic, rotting maze, and Eddie felt its weight immediately. Unlike Spider, who sought meaning in visions and rituals, Eddie saw only the need to survive by any means necessary. Paris was decaying from the inside, but waiting for answers wasn’t Eddie’s style—he’d deal with whatever needed handling in his own way.

Their luck turned when they found the Cimetière de Calvaire, the smallest and most forgotten cemetery in Paris, hidden behind the towering hill of Montmartre. The abandoned church and graveyard, neglected by time, became their new home. Spider turned to her altar, diving deep into her rituals and research, seeking to uncover the dark forces looming over Paris. Eddie, however, embraced the graveyard as something else entirely: a fortress. The spirits might guide Spider, but Eddie was the one who kept them safe. The crumbling walls and forgotten tombs were perfect for a man like him—quiet, out of sight, and full of shadows where he could wait and watch.

Unlike Spider, Eddie wasn’t interested in the whispers of the dead or warnings of a dark future. To him, it didn’t matter what was coming—he was ready to face it. In the here and now, Eddie’s focus was clear: protect what’s his and stop anyone who dared to cross him. His skull-painted face, a haunting reminder of his roots, became a symbol of fear to anyone who might think of disturbing their lair.