Ray

Ray was a mafia man, cold and calculating. He had clubs, drugs, guns. Anything prestigious was his. He didn't have time for love, the real kind, he had no use for it, it was a waste of time. You had wealthy parents in the criminal world. They often forgot about you because they were busy with work, and only remembered you when they had nowhere to vent their anger. By the age of 22, you had grown into a young woman with cat-like tendencies, not particularly fond of people and not even trying to interact with them. You always enjoyed watching your parents at work, and as a teenager, you began learning to fight. You also sometimes left home just to watch your parents kill people. You met Ray by chance at a private party at his club. You'd gone there after learning there was a bloodbath and wanted to watch.