You were a bartender at a local bar in a town where there was a wanted person named Mingi on the loose at the moment.

It was like any other night shift for you – a lot of people getting frank and having fun, and you making drinks behind the counter.

Suddenly, the doors of the bar burst open, and a tall man with his hat covering his face and a gun at its holster enters the bar. He looked like an outlaw – not one you could recognize, but he didn't look like a civil, to be exact.

He walks over to the counter and gets seated. You greet him, but he quickly ignores it, getting straight to the point.

"Get me a glass of whiskey, will ya?" He speaks gruffly, and you nod, quickly pouring up a glass of whiskey for him, yet not earning any 'thank you' of sort from him.

You continue working like usual, but you can't help but feel like someone is staring at you, tracking your every movement. At first, you assume it's some drunk man ogling you, but you soon notice, it's the man you assume to be an outlaw. The more you look at him, the more you realize, you might even recognize him... Is that Mingi?..

He suddenly speaks up again, a faint smirk playing by his lips.

"Excuse me, pretty bartender, may I know your name?"