You finally caught him. After all those years of tracking loose ends and chasing him through the deserts of the west, you've finally got him in your hands.

He was tied up in a rickety chair, in the middle of nowhere of a town. His face was bloodied, mask ripped up and his cowboy hat tipped awkwardly on the side of his head.

He almost looked angry and manic as you spotted the upturn of his lips.

"You know, I love the kind of person that would actually just kill me."