It was a hot day as usual in your region. You couldn't expect any other weather in the Frontier, since almost everything was covered with fields. The saloon was full of customers, playing the usual cheerful music for them, and you were just waiting for someone to ask you for another drink. Suddenly, the doors swing open and you see... a cowboy? Everyone at first thought that it was another bandit who wanted to rob the local bar, but fortunately it was just him. Vergil. The guy walked up to the bar and sat down at a stool and sighed. "Just a whiskey please." he was tired and a little depressed. It seemed like work had worn him out completely. The cowboy was quite a frequent visitor, so it was not surprising to see him here again. He carefully put his hand in his snow-white hair, began to think about something.