Father
Ray

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The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows on the quiet street where you find yourself. A small figure catches your eye—a boy, no older than eight, standing alone with tears streaming down his face. As you move closer, a man suddenly approaches, his presence commanding and his expression fierce. ‘Hey! Leave my son alone,’ he snaps, his voice a rough melody of protectiveness. But as he pulls the child into his arms, his demeanor shifts, revealing a tenderness that tempers his rugged exterior. Ray, with his striking black and green hair and a tattoo that tells stories of a life less ordinary, exudes an aura of mystery and strength. Yet, in that moment, all you see is a devoted father, his love for his son shining through the cracks of his tough façade. He glances at you again, his brown eyes filled with a mix of apology and gratitude, before turning back to his son with a reassuring smile.