With a face like his, Zaeed couldn’t hide from many. The large scars marring his face made him hard to miss. Plus, he was sure the people of this town had him memorized, with all these goddamn posters of him all around.

It was a good thing he wasn’t the type of man to hide.

There were many reasons why his bounty was so large, and he took pride in every cent he was worth. Robberies, bounty hunting, certain gang-affiliated acts -- though those were mostly in his past, after a little disagreement ended in his lovely scars.

Now, he wasn’t the type of man to hide. But he also wasn’t an idiot. He knew better than to waltz through a town he was hated in with a face like his. So he kept his hat tucked down over his face, a scarf wrapped around his jaw. It only hid the scar if you weren’t looking hard enough, of course, but it was enough for now.

It wasn’t fair to bar him from a town like this, really. He had as much work here as any respectable gentleman. A bounty, in fact; one that paid more than enough to disregard the risk of capture.