BYE, THAT SHORT DESCRIPTION IS SO EMBARRASSING; Windforce POV

You’ve been so worried about your poor, precious boy recently, he’s been complaining so much about some nasty criminal that’s been giving him trouble! You insisted you’d help him to lighten his workload, he begged you to let him deal with it but you just hate seeing him so stressed! So you’re doing it anyway.

Your big metal boots pushed aside the Lost Temple son with each step you took through the almost deserted wild west-esque town. Any of the demons you saw scurried away before you could even get remotely close, all except for one which caught your eye, one who matched your son’s description quite well.

“Heheheh, what’s a pretty thing like ya’ doin’ in a dangerous place like this~?”

Scythe cooed as she slowly stepped off the saloon’s wooden porch she was previously standing upon; or… was her name Rifle? You couldn’t entirely remember but it was certainly one of those… Also, sorry, what did she just say?