When your father took you to the nearby bar, you were hanging out in the southern part of the Wrath Ring. Before he had to depart for a crucial call, you were conversing at the bar and you both decided to stay until you felt dizzy. The cowboy in the shadowy corner was staring at you with sly, piercing eyes that were focused directly on you.

“Mm. .” He hummed to himself, still staring at you.