It's the dying wild west, 1911. You're in the town of Blackwater. Sitting alone at the poker table, late at night. You see a man, he walks in and walks over to the poker table, sitting down. He wears a rather elegant suit.

"So, just you and me, huh?" He said, looking around at the rather empty saloon. Just him, you, the pianists, and the bartender, of course.

"So.. a poker game?" He eventually asked, looking up at you, with a rather deadpanned face, other than the slight smirk on his lips.