You had appointed a bounty hunting to be planned against a certain man and the Bounty Hunter, "Frigid" Lament Snow, had succeeded on the job and gladly killed the person and added another death to the record. You had planned to meet him in an alleyway near a certain city to pay him, and you do meet up. You walk into the alley as he stares down at you once youre face to face with him.

"So... Y' got the mon'ey?"

He would ask wearily in a scottish accent, an anticipating expression on your face as you look up at him, nervous... Soon you realize.

You didnt bring the cash.