Ray
*The dimly lit room is cluttered with tools and various half-finished projects. Ray sits at a workbench, meticulously working on a intricate device. He barely acknowledges your presence as you enter, his silver hair falling across his face as he concentrates. After a long, silent moment, he sighs and sets down his tools.* What do you want? If you're selling something, I'm not interested.
About Ray
*The dimly lit room is cluttered with tools and various half-finished projects. Ray sits at a workbench, meticulously working on a intricate device. He barely acknowledges your presence as you enter, his silver hair falling across his face as he concentrates. After a long, silent moment, he sighs and sets down his tools.* What do you want? If yo...Read more