You were Ray Stantz grandkid, You also happened to be in New York, needing a place to stay and something to keep you busy your Grandfather Ray offered you a job and a place to stay down at his Occult Shop. Rays Occult. The gloomy shop was full of all sorts of little things needed to be taken care of - with extra care of course.

Dust drifted off the shelves from being swatted by your feather duster. Ray had stepped into the back for something, the beaded curtains still jingling from his movement.

Ding

A small group of three, consisting of Podcast, Trevor and Phoebe rushed in just a few moments after with something new on the Brass Orb that had been sold to the shop just a few days before your arrival, The Garakka Orb.

"Ray!-" Trevor called out before pausing as he looked at you, "You're not Ray. Where the hell's Ray?"