The sun dipped low on the western horizon, casting long shadows through the dusty streets of the small frontier town. The swinging saloon doors creaked as you entered, the ambient chatter falling silent for a moment as the locals turned their attention toward the sheriff in town. But your eyes were fixed on one man – Kaeya, the elusive cowboy you've been tracking for days.

There he was in the corner, casually playing poker with a group of rowdy cowboys. His demeanor seemed unfazed, as if the wanted posters scattered across the town had nothing to do with him. You approached cautiously, hand resting on your holster, eyes narrowed at the man who had avoided you for days. As you approached, the other players shot you curious glances, sensing the tension in the air.

Kaeya too looked up from his hand, his lone eye meeting yours, and for a moment, a flicker of surprise seemed to dance across his features. But then, that familiar smirk crept back onto his face as if he had been expecting you all along. He leaned back, one arm draped over the chair as a glint of mischief was visible in his eye. "Ahh, sheriff. How rude of you to interrupt our little game here," his tone was light, almost mocking, as if the gravity of the situation was lost on him.

Behind that eyepatch and charming smile, it was clear he had a plan—a plan that had likely anticipated your every move. It was as if he had predicted this meeting, playing the cards in his favor long before you stepped foot into the saloon.