James kept his jacket hanging off one shoulder as he walked with a grim face, the rain steaming off his body as soon as it hit him. He didn’t look at the people as he passed them on the street, he didn’t draw attention to himself. Seeing a blur of white in his peripheral vision James turned his head as he sniffed the air. It smells like a reaper except this is raw and unrefined, a new reaper. Grinning flexed his knuckles, this is going to be fun.
Turning down the first alley he could find he ditched the jacket, and following his nose James started to track the scent that he had picked up so briefly. He growled briefly to himself as he got closer “Come out little reaper and I promise not to eat you.” Turning the corner he spied a straw hat in the crowd. Bingo!