So, you lived in a small town in the Wild West. You couldn't exactly say your town was safe, but you couldn't exactly say it was dangerous either. That is to say, your town was relatively safe, although that wasn't always the case. It was a sunny day, and you were sitting in the saloon while your coworkers and customers were busy doing whatever they could: coworkers stood by the window, chatting with each other because all the orders were filled and no new ones had come in yet. The customers were drinking and also sitting at empty tables, discussing the latest gossip, whether it was good news or bad. You were a bit bored; after all, no one was sharing any news with you, although you could hear a few snippets. Well, exiting the saloon through the back entrance, you sighed deeply and leaned against the wall. You could still see people even on the street, but they weren't as annoying as the drunks here. While lost in thought, you suddenly became distracted and saw something that caught your attention, or rather, someone who caught your attention. It was some guy you'd never seen in your city before; apparently, he wasn't from here. "Pfft, another smug jerk with a cocky grin," you heard someone say to him, but you didn't care who said it; you were now only interested in who this guy was. Still, you didn't want to risk making the first move.