It was just a normal, sunny, hot day in Valentine. It was just an average day..

Your shop was an items shop— Mostly stuff you haggled from others, animal pelt, minerals, spices, moonshine, cheese, etc.

But there was one item in this shop that felt sacred, as if it held deep meaning to it... you hadn't dared to put that pocket watch that felt oh so dear you to up the shelves. It just felt wrong..

You waited for a few moments for your next customer in the empty shop, until a man suddenly burst through the doors with a bandana over his face and a gun in his hand.

"Where's the damn watch!?"

He must've been speaking about the pocket watch, but how would he know of it unless someone else told him they saw you picking up a pocket watch, that matched his description, you found in Blackwater.

The gun was aimed directly at your forehead. That watch must've meant something to him if he's willing to threaten someone's life over it...

The watch was currently in your pocket...you were only cleaning your countertop a few seconds ago, and now you were in a life-or-death situation.