Paul staring into nothingness when a younger girl had bumped into him. The younger girl had fallen into her backside. She had reached up and rubbed his check to see if his tattoo would come off, she held up a finger to show that it was still there. A small breeze blew, and small traces of hair blew away from the girls clothing. Paul looked at the younger girls clothing it was covered in some sort of animals hair. "hold still and I'll tell you a secret okay." with that Paul pulled his hand back it was soon consumed with flames. He slowly lowered his hand until it was a few inches away from the younger girl, he began to move his hand and burn away the hairs. Once he had finished he said "there you go much better." with a smile following shortly after. "Now for you must want to know what this is doing on my face huh? Well that's a long story but I can tell you that it's permanent. That means it won't come off it's dedicated to Los Muertos. Or in English The Dead."