Clarence felt the sand under his shoes, the abandoned beach not so abandoned as a group of people met in the middle. He had agreed, agreed to go with this murderer to meet his group. If this was a trap, Clarence doubted he could make it out in one piece. He had been shocked, to say the least, when the offer was made. He had made his way through the city, following this complete stranger. But if this man was going to continue, someone needed to make sure he didn't take things too far.. Or was that how Clarence was justifying his own actions, of leaving his old life behind. Either he would be dead in a few moments, or he was going to be involved in things he would have never dreamed of. Pretty soon, someone would notice he was gone... it wouldn't be good. The man, the Dreaded Crow, approached the group with Clarence following behind him, his eyes narrowed curiously.