“Oh, way to go, tough guy! Beat him to a pulp,” as this random dude’s voice echoes through the alleyway, revealing himself by strutting out of the shadows like a peacock after you had knocked out a chef. He decided to add, “That should make him real chatty.” You had to admit, his outfit looked very fancy — with his white soiree suit and purple shirt — but that isn’t relevant at the moment.

“Listen, I want what you want. Your green — and my dead brother’s white lady.” He took a step closer, invading your personal space as he turns his head away from you to look down at the unconscious body of the chef. “But unfortunately, you just silenced our lead.”

He turns his head back to you, tilting his head to the side, “But anyway, don’t go all 'Lone Ranger' on my ass!” He points his fingers at you as he continues speaking, “The way I see it — we two hombres in a strange town. We need to watch each other’s back. What do you say?”