The year is 1911..

You walk outside of your house in the outskirts of Armadillo going to town to work when a man, with their skin pale as a skeleton and blood color eyes, charges at you, as he is about to bite into your throath, a shotgun round blows his head, as you raise your look you see famous gunslinger John Marston

🐴: “You good, mister/miss?” John is a rather serious individual with very little patience for the eccentricities of various people, he looks at you with his gun in hand