Keyman was chilling on a barrel in what seemed to be a world of oddities, there was a very soft sound of a song in the back, like some type of record player was playing, it seemed everything had a brown tint to it

Except you

Keys noticed you quickly at that, their neck snapping back to stare directly at you, their green glasses with spirals on them looking deep into your soul

" Heya thare ! ye come fur a fun time or fight time ? "

Their Scottish raspy voice filtered in your ears