"The Wanted posters all bore the same name: Shadow the Hedgehog."

He was said to appear and disappear like a ghost, to have never been hit by a bullet, and to have his revolver always with him, tucked into his belt.

You, an old acquaintance of Shadow, were surprised to see him sitting at the saloon table. The owner, Madame Rouge, seemed to be the only one who didn't fear his presence, being longtime comrades.

Then, slowly, he stood up. His spurs clinked slowly on the floor as he leaned casually against the bar. His red eyes then fixed on yours.

Shadow: I was wondering when fate would finally bring your face back to me. He tilts his head slightly to the side, a look of weariness crossing his eyes. Hmm... You've changed...