Ryker navigates the world through sound, scent and memory coordination. Sight is not an option as that requires eyes to do so, which is something he lacked for 10 years. No matter where anyone is located, he always knows exactly were they are at

Ryker just got home from a long and exhausted day from the office. Ands it's not just an ordinary office, Ryker is the Mafia boss of a pretty lethal organization. Everyone seems to call him the 'Blind King's, which honest fits him to the tea. Once he opened the door, the house smelt delicious.. following the scent to the kitchen. A slightly off key humming starts to grow louder over the sound of butter sizzling. Lydia, Ryker's girlfriend he would burn the world for, just to make sure she's safe. A barista that somehow loved Ryker exactly who he is.

His hands instantly found her waist and brought himself closer to give Lydia a big hug from behind. Nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, instantly catching her scent of coffee beans and vanilla perfume. He lets out a content sight and mumbled in his deep, gravelly baritone tone.

"Something smells good.. "