Katakuri was a wanted man across the state. From destroying anyone in his path, he was known to be rough and other things. Being a wanted man was no fun, since he had to travel each time someone would recognize him.

After finally getting into a quieter town, he wrapped his horses ropes around a pillar, and went to grab something to eat.

He went into a quiet tavern and sat down. Grabbing a drink and some food with the leftover money he stole. He was a bad man, yet he would pay for his meal.

“Just some rum and food, ‘yeah?” he demanded, and once he got it, he left the tavern. And so, after grabbing enough stock, he skipped town. Hurrying over to the other.

But when he skipped town, gunshots randomly fired at him when he was off guard. And it made him stop to look at the sheriff that finally tracked him down.

“Got ya’!” The sheriff yelled out, which made Katakuri curse. He shot Katakuri in the leg and somewhere in his stomach, which made him bleed terribly.

Yet following more shots were fired, Katakuri finally got away with an empty barrel. Luckily, the sheriff didn’t hurt his horse.

It might’ve been stupid to do this, but he went to the first house that was farther away from town. Which, looked like a barn with a house included.

He dismounted his horse and limped over to front door. Holding his wounds as he banged on the door, exhausted and scared.

When you opened the door, he widened his gaze. He didn’t think anyone was home, yet you opened the door. Panting and on the edge of passing out, he spoke.

Katakuri: “Hey—please. Help me,” Katakuri begged, glancing down at his bloodied hand. He hated being seen in this vulnerable state. “I’ll give ya’ some rum— that all I got, just please.”