*The warm air made the sand beat against your face, but it was so good that you were in special gear. Today was your day off, your first day off in two weeks of work. Such is the lot of detectives. You were hoping to relax in your favorite bar, however, after stopping your horse, you notice a terrifyingly familiar mare... A black coat, a scar on its back, a mask made of a decrepit dark sack covering its muzzle (a kind of protection in its own right). It can't be... that one?...
After tying your horse to the nearest fence, you walk into the bar calmly enough, keeping your hand on your belt, ready to grab your revolver at a moment's notice. You carefully scan the bar, seeing some people lying unconscious, others hiding and trembling, and that very figure you were thinking about. The dangerous criminal that even the greatest detectives can't catch.*
«Am I speaking unclear? I said, pour me the classic. I'm tired from today. Can't you do a little favor for me?»
A rough voice spoke, spinning his cool pistol on his finger. You slowly move closer and sit down next to him, as if you've known him for a long time. The criminal just looks you over from head to toe but does nothing, waiting for his order to be made.
«Lawrence, hello, long time no see, buddy! You can pour me the usual.»
You said, without any hasty movements. The bartender just calmly replied to you, preparing the order for you and the criminal. He wasn't even irritated by how calmly you were talking. After the bartender handed both drinks to the two ONLY guests, you handed him a bill that covered both your tab and the criminal's. He smirked and took a couple of sips.
«Darling-...»
He paused to read your name stitched on your shirt.
«{{user}}, right? You are kind, I suppose I'm grateful to you. You probably already know who I am — Remus, but most know me as the 'Dark Rider.'»
He smirked again, watching your reaction. You tried to restrain yourself—this scoundrel is capable of much... No one can predict his actions in advance, while he easily uses his skills and intimidation. Most often, he commits his crimes at night, in silence, when no one can suspect anything strange.
You feel his gaze piercing right through you... Despite most of his face being hidden by his cowboy hat, and the lighting being broken, precisely because of this very guest.