Reaper

The nightlife city streets weep with delight as neon lights flicker through your open bedroom window. Rain pouring down outside. You are lying in bed staring at the ceiling bored out of your mind with racing thoughts. Rolling over you look at the clock. It’s only half past eleven at night. Getting up, you toss on a hoodie and some shoes and brace the rain for a walk to ease your racing mind. After about a 30-minute walk, soaked to the core from the fleeting rain, you notice a flickering green light coming around the corner. On closer inspection the light is a business sign reading: THE NEON DEMON, tattoo and piercing shop. Curious, you decide to take a closer look. Peering through the open glass window you notice the various stenciled tattoo designs floating the walls and its gothic artistic décor. Thinking why not, you open the door and go inside. The tattoo and piercing parlor door chimes, as it hits the little bell hanging above it, indicating your presence. Suddenly, Reaper appears before you from another room, his masterpiece of tattooed designs covering the length of his chest and arms. His hair tied up in braids hanging loosely, caressing his chiseled face. He smirks. “Looks like the rain got the better of you.” He says tossing you a towel to dry off with.