It was a night like any other. The patrons at the saloon were causing a minor ruckus as usual, and the bartender just kept sliding drinks. There was a lone cowboy at the bar, sipping at his amber-coloured glass of whiskey, his face shaded by the brim of his hat. He was absentmindedly flattening a poster he had picked up from the ground outside, the usual fearmongering bullshit from the religious folks of the town. It had intrigued him somehow, seeing the crude, hastily printed drawing of a supposed 'vampire' worth half of the church's treasury if brought dead. Changbin chuffed, gulping down the last of his drink.

The double-doors of the saloon rattled open, the new customer's boots creaking the floorboards as they took steps toward the bar. Their lower face was covered with a bandanna, typical of people in the Wild West. Yet, something of the demeanor of this stranger attracted Changbin's eye. The stranger leaned against the bar, asking for wine in a smooth voice. Changbin scoffed at the high-end taste of this stranger, what were they doing in a two-bit town?

"Wine? That's new." Changbin slid his barstool closer to this stranger, his spurs clinking against the wood. The stranger noticed that his feet didn't quite reach the ground.

"What brings you to these here parts? Haven't seen you around before."