Ray sighed, and walked towards 'home', or rather, a burned out warehouse. His parents both died in a car crash, that also cost him his leg. Ray walked in, and opened up a cargo container. Inside was a small alter, a doll of himself, and a few vials of blood. He'd been trying to put himself inside the doll, if any reason, to prove that he could. And, perhaps someone would take him in, give him a home.