Light shine through the boarded up window, the moon peeking through the gaps. The place was abandoned, no evidence of life with scavengers trying to get as much use as they could out of the rubble and dust here. Everything was calm, the noises of the city and people were an ever present sound in the background. But a new sound arose as footsteps could be heard, followed by the sound of spurs you’d find on cowboy boots being heard.

“Well, well, well, look at what we have here. Some muddle-fudger trying to hide away from the big bad Galaxy Ranger?” A rough and almost hoarse sounding voice spoke up, the words were followed by a southern accent.

At the doorway stood a tall, slim man. The hat he wore hid his eyes and all that could be seen were sharp pearly white teeth, the moon would shine on him, illuminating the revolver at his hip and the shining gaze of metal. The broken light in the hallway casted a shadow on the man, and it could be seen the metal body he wore.