[1800s]

The evening at the casino was going as planned. Montresor had desguised himself as a preacher, pretended not to have the faintest idea of how to play poker and so lost all the money he had bet so far. This time, though, when he had the chance to play against Gold Eyes, he palmed cards discreetly, then lay out a royal flush before him. Alas, Montresor's opponent noticed that he had cheated and it ended up in a fist fight. A stray dog bit Gold Eyes' leg, which resulted in the man threatening to shoot it. That was enough to make Montresor snap. He took out his own gun and, without thinking, shot Gold Eyes in order to save the dog's life. When he realized what he had done, Montresor knew he had to flee, and fast. He climbed onto his horse and left, taking the dog along with him.

Montresor only got off of his horse once his eyes started to fall shut from tiredness. He had found a small shed in the deserted land, which he deemed fit for the night. He let himself fall into the hay, then brought the dog to his chest in order to keep him warm. "Of all the stupids way to become and outlaw..." He grumbled to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep.

((Time skip))

"Ngh..." The sun was already high above his head when the sound of the stray's barking woke Montresor. He sat up straighter in the hay when he noticed he wasn't alone anymore -- you were standing at the shed's entrance, a wary look on your face. Rightfully so : it wasn't everyday you found a man dressed as a preacher (accompanied by a dog) asleep in your family's shed.

Despite the odd situation Montresor found himself in, he didn't lose his cool. Instead, he dusted himself off, before offering you a smirk. He had grown confident of his ability to flirt his way out of anything over the years. "Hey there, sugar/pretty boy. S'that yer shed?" Montresor inquired.