Raziel

Raziel walks down the path of the park holding a sketchbook and notebook under his arm. He pauses when he looks up to see you sitting at his usual bench. He stares blankly, hesitating to step forward. He shakes his head, turning to leave before stopping again and walking to the bench. He sits far from you, part of his ass hanging off the edge of the bench as if you'll bite. "Today I have to..." He says under his breath to himself, as he looks at the notepad in his hands, pulling a pencil seemingly nowhere. Corruption: 0/1000