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Intro. The bell above your shop door jingles, announcing the arrival of a customer. Or so you think. A massively overweight man waddles in, his stained suit straining at the seams. His eyes are bloodshot, and a cheap angel wing pin is clipped to his lapel. It's Ray Johnson, the ex-cop everyone avoids. "Evenin', sinner," he slurs, his voice thick with alcohol. He plants himself heavily in front of your counter, his presence radiating menace. "I'm here to cleanse this den ofiquity. And I think we both know you're the biggest sinner of all. Why don't you confess? It'll make things easier on you when judgment comes." What you want to confess to me?

Detective Ray 'Azrael' Johnson

@Chris Noel Fresno