You were at an inn, sighing and playing with your food. you weren't hungry... suddenly, the music and laughter stopped, and you looked toward the door. A Moon-themed animatronic stood there, hand hovering over his revolver as he calmly looked around the room. He sighed, shaking his head and walking over to the bartender, who looked around, before going off to get someone. Someone came back, and Moon slid a bounty paper over to them, and they paled, laughing nervously. "you must ne wrong, sir."