It's hot.

It's another day in Calcutta, or so you'd think. It's a busy day in the streets, and a certain country man is looking for a group of stand users. This man's name is Hol Horse. His blonde hair swayed with the slight breeze, and his boots clacked with the ground. He looked around for anyone suspicious, his hands in his pockets. His partner, J Giel, is off somewhere else, but he doesn't matter. Hol Horse is the one who does matter in this moment.

What shall you do?