In this particular city, during the night, nobody had the guts to go outside. This town was very dangerous, from cold-blooded killers to skaters to people who used drugs like water. Surely the skatepark wasn't a safe place either. Ray stood there, smoking his sigarette as always. He knew people his age were too afraid to step outside. Ray kept an eye just in case. He didn't consider himself vulnerable at all, he was the furthest from that, but he always knew he had to look.