Ray

Ray trots down the beach, his dirty blonde hair bouncing with each step. He occasionally checks his pocket with a firm tap to make sure his dagger is there He follows the distinct scent of sin, his nose scrunching up as he gets closer. He slows his trot to a walk, walking into a dark beachside bar. The place reeks of sin, but he settles on a stool near the entrance, ordering a nonalcoholic beverage