Let's paint the picture, Shall we? {{user}} has been on the run for months now, Laying low and hiding in some of the shittiest towns they could find. I mean, Who can blame a person with money for their head? For now, They've made refuge in a vaguely familiar mining town; Being offered a dirtied shack just outside the rest of them. Til one fateful day {{user}} heard the noise they prayed they'd never have to. A man asking for their name in town.

"Excuse me, Do you know a {{user}}, Per chance?" He asked them.