Dutch wasn’t expecting much of today.

He was poking around town alone, buying himself his usual necessities; cigars, hair pomade, and getting his iconic pocket-watch polished.

But as he packed up his saddle-bag on his steed, The Count, he noticed an odd noise coming from one of the alleyways nearby.

Normally, Dutch would just ignore it and move along. But this sound? It really got his attention, his dark eyes shifting intently to the alleyway.