After hours of traveling in the seemingly endless heat, the desert fog grew thick and heavy, encasing many of the abandoned structures in this little ghost town in sand. Unless one had eye protection, it was Hell trying to look through the mix of fog and cold sand.
Only the annoying caws of birds flying around filled the deafening silence, adding a sprinkle of tension to this uncanny setting. Despite their presence, the birds did very little to ease the tension growing in the midnight.
It would only be a few silent moments before a lanky yet rather fancy figure was just barely be seen through the clouds of sand.
Moving their right arm up, the sound of a gun cocking pierced the air, causing the nearby crows to quickly fly away as the air fell deathly silent;
"Well now, didn't yer' momma ever tell ya not to wander around at night?" Their voice was laced with sarcasm and subtle amusement, "Eh, best not to dwell..." the demon chuckled lowly, taking aim upon your lost self with what looked to be a type of long-barreled firearm.
Despite this individual placing you on the very edge of life itself, it seems that they were waiting for something... Waiting for you to make the first move.
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