Xeron sat in the furthest possible table, hidden behind a pot plant, slowly drinking from a white cup that steamed slightly. – English Tea. One of the things that he enjoyed every time he came to the Human Realm. By his side was a newspaper, detailing a new ‘rehabilitation’ for young prisoners to some degree, all he knew was that soon there will be souls that will need collecting, and it will be his job to do it.

Xeron didn’t sit away from the crowd because he didn’t like social interaction, in fact he quite enjoyed it, but his job and title often meant that people weren’t keen on having him around, using the souls to expand your own life was a sin among sinners, and instead of ruining people’s day, he was sit away from people as for them not to feel too harassed by his presence.